Monday, February 12, 2007 / 10:37 PM
The world is full of pretense.
Shadow and lies dust every surface.
Hidden, never to surface,
is the heart of all things.
This reality escapes me.
I am caught in the whirl;
of materialism and skin-deep ideals.
I am washed aground
Still covered in the grime of worldly
SINS and LIES.
Is it too much to ask,
to feel again?
But if so, then is this life not reality?
Only Heaven knows...
Only Heaven knows.
I don't think I am normal. More like a psycho than anything else. I don't know anymore. Honest. Upswing. Downswing. Happy. Depressed. Psycho up, psycho down. I am selfish, narcissistic. Oddly dependent at times. Obsessive. Hell.

