Tortured torturer
Head down on a chopper
Eyes closed to the mind's home
Ticking, seconds to explode
letting it explore
acting like I can endure
Tiny seeds yesterday
Thick woods today
on a long midnight road
I hold the keys to my sky
now hazy
thoughts of flames and cold
Buring my mind in the hills of torture
my flesh now cold,I can barely walk
on my midnight road.
©lora
L