27 January 2013
Weary is the mind of men that see truth through lies, Thou art not content in the life so chosen for thee, Merely breath and heartbeat longing for freedom, Equality merely a dream shadowed by false reality.
My soul is an empty well replenished with tears, Tears stained red with blood from torn eyes, Blindly fighting as I approach the end of this journey, The path revealed with each unraveled mystery.
Journey • Opuss № I