The Truth

Words....are the last thing interpreted inside this problem, of unjust flames turned black, from burning so long same old songs sung, which have only begun but linen sagaciously, from two prodigious beings seen beaming gleaming in luster called humiliation, through others invocation the truth just explained deeper insight, feel my eyes burn with tears outlined in weep hands twitch to the beat of my hearts dimming trust, head low, forgotten amongst the flow of serene past mellow family shouldn't be this way, mother im glad you understand me today, because nothing else makes me more sad hatred colors my path, sycamore street reveries undertone growls painted white, only red fills the night jagged streets pave distant cries, I became the little boy who died inside, lies converted into passion, thrashing hard at the walls covering my face derailing my pace to trace would only be the truth.....