Wednesday, March 05, 2003

These eyes they brim with silent
Tears they fall so easily
In their jaded, crystal-like form they fall
Crashing down, down
Down below they venture
Like troubles seem lost and worries seem gone
Yet its all lies, they're all fake
And now I'm caught, entangled in a web of fallacy
I pull and tear, angsty frustration worn out
Treading, painfully slow, i move
Never out, forever doomed.