a little withered part of my soul,
barter it for what i need.
my creed, my desires, my you,
conflicts are deep within me.
i know how it is supposed to be,
and i can see myself gettin there.
people talking in me,
i hear them speak,the word's heat.
and then when its gone,
i know i am alone.
is that when you feel,
your soul swaying and crying?
a bunch of some more lies,
a few more confessions.
rid me of these notional pains,
help me plunge through me.
and when we are there,
and my mirage is mine,
i will let go of my lies.
deprive myself of my pretence.
i am goin to be someone else.
someone, not held back on earth.