nI've found there's no truth in the written word nLet alone imprinted on the soul nAll the lies and half-truths that I have heard nRomantically I swallowed whole nThere is one conclusion to the issue nThat I have been forced to conceive nI alone wear my heart upon my sleeve nnToo late the tears will flood in mourning time nAnd douse the searing heat of brutal life nThe fires they burn tonight but not for me nFor I am drowning in my psyche's depths nFor I am drowning nDrowning in the dark nnSilhouette souls play upon the tapestry nMy arms reach out, their temptation looms nThey flit from place to place, never to stay nI can't see them following me to my tomb nThey leave me far too soon nSubdued and lost nHeadlong flight cannot exorcise these ghosts nNor can I stand up to them on my own nnToo late the tears will flood in mourning time nAnd douse the searing heat of brutal life nThe fires they burn tonight but not for me nFor I am drowning in my psyche's depths nFor I am drowning nDrowning in the dark nnHow can I mourn? nnWhen the tears won't fall? nHow can I keep my head above the roaring sea nWhen I nothing onto which to hold n