Truth cannot be told,
Wanna see the scars?
Inside out, like inside sin,
House lights, let’s begin.
Magick tricks, long-dead mage,
Can you feel the spell?
Wands broken, words spoken,
Fear as a tarnished token.
Guarded gates here,
I live behind, come in?
Bent out, what is straight,
Never knew, does it feel great?
Light is not this dark,
Wanna turn it all on?
Cul-de-sac, wrong turn,
Cannot learn, let it burn.
No ways to find love,
Caring has gone away,
Don’t wanna stay, cannot play,
No matter what moves I make, I just pay in full.
–Thomas Spychalski
