RMC

For the glare in my head I shine

like a diamond I need respite.

The only ways I try save myself

is try make falsehoods sound right.

I can be a detriment to sound

ways of logic with reckless ways.

I launch my adventure now in

truth not to try to manipulate.

I bleed out of my heart to lift

a hope for truthful ways confident.

I dream of beautiful things to dig

out what seems eternal excrement.

To feel satisfied I have to surmise

the lies and decipher a path true.

Everyone lies is a fact I react

and this truth makes me tired too.

What can I do to triumph in life,

love, trust and be well kept tame?

I want the sky to thunder loud

because honestly I love the rain.

I feel tears of God come clean

the surface of the earth fast

is a path of failure to lead on

when in the past there is the past.