In my subtle mind, a voice it speaks.

Foreign words, to you unknown.

My mental pipe begins to leak.

Reveals the past that's never shown.

Hidden meanings turn to lies

Death converts to sorrow.

Mourning, weeping, crying pain.

Your courage, can i borrow?

Tis-skit, Task-it, turn your casket upside

down and kill the joy.

Cry and die, go dry those eyes.

Little left for you dear boy.

Love and Hate,

Evaluate your feelings to an end.

Walking deep into myself

Reality is to bend.