No longer hurt,
No longer broken,
Blurt out the truth not spoken
Before you're under the dirt.
Everything we try to revert
When we're heartbroken,
Trying to bravely invert
What has been bespoken...
On my oaken bed my thoughts divert
Into a real, shady foretoken,
That I try to forcefully insert
Into my perfectly housebroken
Pet mind that I keep with effort
As if pain was just a token.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."