As I walk, the whispers of demons walk with me
As I talk, they spew forth their lies
with no thought of loss
remorse left behind, reflected only in wretched footprints

I laugh to myself
The manic sound of one who no longer knows himself
Though you should not pity me
Frivolent are the fools who attempt to understand my inner workings

My walls are my solice
I lie on the footpath between heaven and hell
A darker shade of White
A lighter shade of black
Yet not quite grey

I wander lost, alone
Listening...... I guess one can never bend ones fate
So my destiny is yet to be cast
into the winds of time