Twisted Charade

Repeating the twisted dance we've waltzed Many times before, A performance imbued with such sweet suffering

Pulling Strings

Slender strings strung tight, You shamble forward, One forced step at a time Free will, freedom, dreams, All a hopeless ideal, The strings control Your every move

Always Remaining

The lens Reveals all, memories from The past, always remaining

Two Halves

In the depths of my soul, There are two separate halves, Forcibly colliding and blending Into a jumbled, crumbling mess

Loneliness So Deep

Loneliness so deep it's become part of me