In a fit of insainity
Porceline fist shatter without a sound,
pleas of truth and violence
clutter on the ground.
When screams are never acknowledged,
scilence is worshiped,
I am Humpty Dumpty,
and this world is coming down.
I just can't stand this,
making things out of nothing,
I just don't understand it,
and down I go once more. |