I try to disentangle, the thoughts,
that persistently plagued my mind.
Where come this gray we're in,
angels live like to induce writhe within.
things never come to seem, cant find the words to form why?
How much to simplify, the illusions come to light
the many faces plauge your eyes.
you've lost the will to fight
I'm afraid the abyss is to deep, to thrive