Marty Dizo


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

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