Dementia

Two circles drawn in the sand

Searching for a helping hand

Deep inside the earth it seems

My soul is lost within it's screams

Death upon an open door

No wait to answer living no more

How cold the wind inside it brings

Deep inside my soul it sings

What ever message was erased

Words of the devil I am faced

Bring to me a crying bird

Tie me down with a foolish word

Lost in sarrow deep in sin

Bury inside me sink within

Bleeding in a weeping shadow

Dying deep without brovado

The gentle sunlight will appear

Soon an angel whispers in your ear


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May 01, 2003 - 1:04 a.m.