what good is a bruised body
when u have a withered soul
u can prison a man
but can't chain his thoughts
paralyse his mind and
you will have him forever

tears now dry

tears now dry
i fathom for reason
deep inside
this deceit and treason
ineffable pain
now haunting within
litle to console
a lot to believe in
till the moment
i find an answer
my skin will crawl
with spite and rancour