visions... abstract veiws run through my mind
i see visions of pain and anguish from deep inside
as i go through the daily grind i know my fate has been signed
for i am someone unlike the rest of the human race
a prophet, a teller of the fortunes of ones grace
my mind clouds over and life becomes a giant blur
and thus i know a secret vision is about to occur
peoples failiors and fates rampatly burst in my brain
visions of rage and innocant people being brutaly slain
what a shame it is, this curse of my minds eye
why was i cursed with this, why must i cry
for when i see these visions of pain and death i say
why not me, what is differant that kept me alive this day
and then as i lay my head down at night, the clouds clear
before i begin to dream, i think of it all and shead a lucid tear