there's a picture, being painted with the blood of failures.    in desperation, for a masterpiece, to guide lost sailors.    in the corner i am laughing.    the attempts seem humorous, a fight that goes against cancer, contradicts if its tumorous.    i can't hide from the infection that resides.    in not only what's known, but in my soul.    but if i reach too far, its my hand it holds.    not only what's know but in my soul.    wasted already, was a guide.    the snake skin was too smooth.    but it is what, set you free.    that's what gave you room to move.    i can't hide from the infection that resides.    in not only what's know but in my soul.    but if i reach too far it's my hand it holds.    not only what's known, but in my soul.