Truth speaks.
Open and bare for all too see.
Mind tweaks.
Closed and care-less are we.
Truth Yells. It tells its spells through countless bells of singing bells in the pits of many hells, cant you tell we are fallen ones in the well? A fancy tale with empty shells. We inhabit one for show and tell, then were are faced in front of Dell where we fell at last to sell our words for.....
RE: You look into my eyes, trying to be warm. But your words are cold and ...