Question marks
In my head
My mouth cried

And my eyes bled

I streched my thoughts

Put them on the rack
In a mind so dark
It's almost black


Strategy [2]


These distorted, contorted
Ideas of mine
Are telling me something

I think it's a sign

Hidden meanings

Found deep within
Brought fourth
With the tip of a pen


Then all these thoughts
Are on display

Part of my lifetime