Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance

Strangers say I am too nice But I am not My family looks at me Like I am happy

I’m tired... Of playing the puppet In your twisted fantasy Wake up And running in the same circle

Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead

I fear she is drowning in an ocean of sadness... She... Has finally allowed the flotsam Of loss to engulf her

This orb you hold Grasped tightly in your hand Sapping the life... the strength From its miserable youth... It beats not for life

In the darkest hour When loneliness threatens My soul I feel your arms Surround me

In the time you’ve come to know The toll of time Ticks at the bell And reveals itself to you From the pain of darkness

You watched With eyes like thunder The spinning rumors Buzzing like pesky flies It renders you giddy

Rip away the veils Casting shadows that dwell Deep inside your soul Send an angel to serenade And seduce me to slumber

Here she’s sitting All alone On the cold bench In the evening breeze Her black chipped fingers

Elixir of life Feeds this soul Shedding it There is no strife Roses...

Was it you? The stranger that captivated My sight with those dark eyes It was only at a glance On that fateful day