Written by: Justin Robbins

A maze of mixed depression
Welcoming my perplex thoughts
And undesired dreams.

Covering the cowardness I speak
In truth of riddles that darkness hides
Yet all because destiny lied?

What rules to govern wicked
Madness seek to defend
Even then you shake
Its hand and try not to offend

No ones rite no ones wrong
Inside its always personal
But regretted from
The past postponed

And so I dream
See my breath
As a butterfly becomes my eyes
Yet red as a rose
From tears I cry
Remembered in death