• I always wonder of truth.
    Hoping the answers will come in my sleep.
    Confusion dwells upon my mind.
    Thinking,thinking it makes me weak.
    Lost I feel oh so very much.
    Within my mind I ponder the curiosity,
    Is a dream a reality or a reality a dream?
    Will truth ever speak that what is right will be said?
    And what is wrong will be soon dead?
    Tell me now before I myself will be gone.
    Bathing in a bath of blood.
    Soaking within my weary mind.
    Speak truth!
    Speak!
    Tell me what is to be said before I kill myself,
    For the sake of finding rest.
    For once I die will I feel
    That truth reveals its self to me.
    And no longer will I have to wonder.