When the sadness wrought and wormed within your mind,
Carried across your life.
All to yourself; told only within a somber whisper.
It goes back and forth:
Speaking all your sorrow filled secrets.
For when the sadness wrought within your mind,
Is melted down,
Dripped,
Sewn with time.
Back and forth in somber rhymes,
Who but you would keep it?
-Brett Colby (MoTz)
Broken God Anthology