A multitude of tumbling thoughts
Spilling like a bleeding cut
Gasping and choking upon my fears
To beseech the truth
Under the shreds of my weathered soul
Deep down in the stigma of my corruptions
Culminated in the gravity of my own distress
Somewhere, deep down
Through the cracks in my bones and tears in my flesh
There must be fragments
And pieces
Of an untold, unspoken riddle
That no one could know
But myself
Beneath my tattered
And battered soul
There lies the truth
More beautiful than words can tell
That no one
Ever dared speak of
And one day I shall hope to find
Spilling like a bleeding cut
Gasping and choking upon my fears
To beseech the truth
Under the shreds of my weathered soul
Deep down in the stigma of my corruptions
Culminated in the gravity of my own distress
Somewhere, deep down
Through the cracks in my bones and tears in my flesh
There must be fragments
And pieces
Of an untold, unspoken riddle
That no one could know
But myself
Beneath my tattered
And battered soul
There lies the truth
More beautiful than words can tell
That no one
Ever dared speak of
And one day I shall hope to find
