Quagmire

Sinking...
Ideals Lost in the shifting ground...
How am I supposed to feel
I don't know if I should stay or turn around and run
Perfect images shattered at my feet
Hopeless Romantic...
Lost love
Love lost
Humanity pulls off the mask I make for it
Yet wonder why I become so cyncical
Haunting...
Lost all alone
Undone
Come undone
Unravelled on the floor
Shallow
People/Breathing
Lost it oh so long ago...
I saw this coming long before...
hmm
Black
I am just writing without real thought... just pen to paper style... write the words in my head... I don't know what it is... or what it is supposed to be.... but there it is... take it for what it is worth

PULL THE TRIGGER AND THE NIGHTMARE STOPS