Twisted
What cruel world may inhabit minewhen all I've known's lost form
well maybe not so, but it feels as though
my life has left it's norm
No longer near, but distant
What cruelty that's existed
For what started with me, has span out to be
A treacherous task of the twisted
It started as most things might
and in what would seem an honest way
then an accident occurs, and without another word
the terror trys to ruin my day
And in truth or in fact
or in adrenaline or in spite
(it may have been false and a lack of fore-sight)
And everyone says it'll be alright
A world out of order
across from it's border
insanity smiles
running for miles
can't take a break
it finally breaks
can't take the stress
give it my best
best doesn't take
it finally breaks
it wasn't my fault
thought into my vault
of my mind
one of a kind
never been done
never was fun
The following message
was sent to the brain
it came from the ankle
who was twisted in pain...
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