reactionary;
the destruction, it varies
from time to time
inside my mind
distinctive my deception
my altered perception
all my demons, just let them
infest my every step
one foot in front of the other
& then another
sun shining down
i can find no cover;
no water;
so i thirst for the enlightening moment;
something to release from this torment
the tournament
all the time i have spent
wait;
i guess what i meant
is help me get my feet out of this
cement;
my lament
this tournaquite
the nights ive spent
wishing it were all over
time wasted
waiting for a four leaf clover
so i just roll over
& accept my fate
keep on walking towards
hells gate