
The Truth Has Been Lifted
My Conscious Has Shifted
My Eyes Are Widespread,
Yet My Hands Are Restricted,
Deep Inside I’m Deranged and Twisted
Too Many Secrets, Too Many Lies
Too Many Whens, Too Many Whys
The Brain Is A Bucket
But The Well Is Too Dry
Despite My Tries, I’m Not Talented
Nor Am I Gifted
I’m Just Plain-Old Deranged and Twisted
I Bleed On Parchment, Lined And Clean
Between These Lines Are More Then What Seems
The Mind Moves Fluently Like Water Down Streams
Yet Influences Dreams Producing Shrieks And Screams
Submerged In Cool Springs, Climbing Out Blistered
Drowning In Thoughts; I’m Deranged And Twisted
Coughing Up Blood, These Are Words Spoken
Suffering Greed Coupled With Loathing
Indifference Showing, Hearts Are Broken
Forgotten Love, It Never Existed
Don’t Mind Me; I’m Deranged And Twisted
Don’t Follow The Flock, It’s Dark and Hollow
See The Light, And Sparks From Apollo
Thirsty For Thought,
Small Talk Is The Mind’s Dew
Surroundings Of Stimulation,
Inspiration Finds You
It Seems That Happiness Is Often Followed With Clinched Fists
But What More Am I Than Deranged And Twisted...?