31 January 2013
Eyes low, minds high
happy thoughts they pass by,
sad ones too and you don't know why.
Which hurts more the truth or lies?
You need to smile you want to cry.
You wonder if anyone will ever find,
the beautiful twisted nothing's locked up in your mind.
And if they did would you be called insane?
Because the blackest roses have grown in your brain.
Eyes low,minds high
happy thoughts they pass by,
sad ones too and you don't know why.
Beautiful Twisted Nothing's • Opuss № I