Blindly walking any which way
Through a media maze -
Walking dead, day after day...
Eyes open, stare out in a daze.
Try to take a step forward,
And I'm cut to shreds, to very tatters,
With brain brambles and tangles
Clawing at truth's threadbare shirt.
Every past phrase, tossed off, now batters
While a fog of rumors mangles
My body, my vision, my soul -
The three, a bleeding out corpse.
Cuts amass, when pieces aren't whole -
Every past deed leaves today warped.