Broken inside.no where to hide.
looking for an escape.Or just any soul that can relate.
To the tragedy at hand.beneath all the shifting sinking sand.
Mentalities running amok.Like a out of control flipping truck.
Trying to make sense and reason.While having my head on a chopping block for high treason.
Of what I know not nor make a thought.Though its apprent that my life had been bought.
Only ting for certain is all the lessons this life has taught.