An inch away from insanity bruised from the calamity and unknown destiny that calls for me,
True purpose hanging outside as I look within knowing not where to begin to place the trials and the sin,
Beaten bloody sent away looking for the brighter day as I send all the good astray,
All around me the questions are hung,as I am sprung, around the twisted tounge that reels in the young.
Choosing between wrong and right,dieing slowly within the plight,can't sleep at night yet fighting the good fight.

2/2/2008