Disoriented Reality
Restless nights cradle me
As I fall inside myself
Nothing but a black pit of guilt
But lies surface from underneath the cotton
The cotton than smothers me
I hold on tight for life
The one that helped bring me here
The one that pulls me down
[EDIT]
The Surrealist 2005
[edit on 14-7-2005 by The Surrealist]

