Subjected, the mind of the stabbed skies The sky spews the symphonic mind. Save this the twirling propelled movement. Circles and circles a vortex of doom There it goes the memoirs are gone Take this and take me, bury me by the sea I am gone and a rag doll is in my place. Remember me as the happy-go-lucky Nothing is left in my empty body And there is no way my sublime messages will undertake See the sight and receive my thought send the folding taunts My way, deceive and reveille to me the intimacy Our secrets of secrets and of secrets to be. Will my wandering spirit leave The answer is no, even though I begged it be. My please and cries restrained to me My blessed love is now my love no more. Take my immortal emotions And use the severed solvated My solution for the even detour Is to drive off the road And get out of this world. Maybe not now but there is a fore lorne The hope that will never be reached, My life line has now faded to a dull My heart is not moving it’s deterred into a jell. Flesh and bone and marrow squeak as my body hits the heat Is there something is there more? I dare not ask I will not explore All that’s left is my tortured soul here lies my immortal hole. Rejected from the world, love, and the life Rejected from hell, to dark too, deprived Sensibility lingers on me All on the word that reverberated through me. Those words that won’t leave my head: “Every time I am around them I think of her. But every time I am around her, I think of you” -Ex fiancé-