Grief stricken humming outside your ear Louder and louder it's quite hard to hear Heart pumping slowly in sluggish dismay Trying to stop but can't look away Torture is growth if you go for that stuff Don't have the sense to call out enough Metal is better than plastic or wood You'd bleed out the sorrow if only you could Days run like trains each one on time Stale persuasion is passionless crime Is this thing life or is it too dark Forgot when the tremor decided to park A year passes by and still you don't change Depression's obsessions make the mind strange Twisting up faces to waxen full masks The weight of the world upon every task Situational stagnance can be very deadly If you focus too long on stumbaline medley Trying to run in circles it seems You're safest at night deep hid into dreams The monsters still find you but then you awake Is truth or fiction the hardest to take?
Poigniant. I like "days run like trains"...And to answer the question: truth, definitely, is the hardest pill to swallow.
