Words curl on my tongue,
True lies; a loyal realization,
Inhaling a dawning sun,
Becoming of everlasting sedation.

A law left cruel, yet self inflicted.
Helpless to a guilty conscience,
Worldless place still yet predicted,
Depedant on a lawless office.

Misplaced; yet I'm found.
Welcomed; still insincere,
Middle of no where but
no where seems to be here.