Truth with in the lies

In my mind the world sleeps,

Heaven cries,

Hell only has open eyes,

The findings of the past have no true meaning of fact; the truth waits in the broken cracks.

Float on kind soul, the man in red haunts the black overall toll.

A Flash of white, a picket of memories,

It made sense to the woman painted in grey,

She blended in with the sky as the mountains went into disarray.

So we'll all fade away into the mist, a test of strength, a test with a twist.

No one will ever achieve the "A" for it has no meaning in the game we play.