Comments about Marty Dizo
Where Are You?
Why do you question, my unconscious of mind?
It harbors my weakness, imperfect, sublime
Dusk brings the truth of the dreams that I’ve set,
I failed to remember what I thought I’d forget.
Denying my morals and living your fears
Looking to blame for the responsible tears
I know the truth, but it’s to hard to hold
My eyes look away, my soul to be sold
Where are you now? I’m now at my flaw
Falling through hands, the only I know
Who is myself? When you’re not around
Where do I scream, when you are my sound?
You may have left and forgotten these walls