8 August 2012
This how it started, this is how it began.
Picking up the pieces, hold your breath.
This how it'll end.
Tearing apart myself to mend invisible scars. Running wounded.
I won't make it far.
Can you tell me where I am?
Who are you? You're lost too?
Who am I? Questions keep prying.
Are they lying?
Or are these my own knots I'm tying?
Is reality playing tricks on me?
My minds beginning to deceive me.
Even to myself I'm a mystery.
Mystery • Opuss № I