The sands of time conjure another mixed sets of emotions..
Burning within, a flame reaches to the deepest pits of my soul.
Adding clarification that I Dont belong here.
And never will..
Just the shell of a proper farewell.
Locked inside the tomb
With a run away key.
These are the truths of me and my mind.
Forever bound to a masochists rhyme..
Tormented forever more.
By the outstretched hands of what is..