Immortal Words
Come, I beseech thee, please take stroll with me
Let us laugh and be jolly, as we mask what is beneath-
The persona, the smile, simply illusion
Truly residing in the state of Confusion
Scouring my talents, trying to find an outlet
Finding nothing, descending into debt
Twist and turns, my mind, a crowded maze
I write to unload, to make it through the days
I force this pen to bleed the words my mouth can't speak
Help me put to paper the pain my mind can't ease
An immortal engravement of infinite sorrow
These thought's will live on morrow to morrow