Pages of white

Wasted living,
crazed up oblivion,
rivers of blood,
lovers all cut.
All living inside the sheets of white,
upon which I write my mind.

Jumbled lives with
kniving wives,
wild childhood,
and a million strifes.
All living inside the sheets of white,
upon which I write my mind.

Blue mates green
shadows senere,
A picture so perfect
painted on the surface,
of a man who wills his destiny alone
waits for none, has a heart of a stone.,
All living inside the sheets of white,
upon which I write my mind.

The 'mirror mirror on the wall',
tells the fate of the big and the small,
later grimaces at the lies it weaves,
day in and day out for hearts to keep.
All living inside the sheets of white,
upon which I write my mind.

All living inside the sheets of white
all hidden inside, and out of sight,
the reflection of the minds alike-
the mind, the pen, and soul inside.
All connected with a string of words,
without these drugs, the world is sore.
Come peel the sheets,open up the folds
what you find insde may never have been told.