Confusion is Nothing New

My heart is weary;
lonely and broken.
My mind is battered;
beaten and torn.

The people dance
in a frenzied fashion
The I'm surrounded
and the confusion won't stop

Confusion Dances
Confusion confuses the animals
in their frightened dance.
The masses and the dancers
The preachers and the necromancers
all see the confusion that surrounds
my frantic screams.

Confusion is nothing new
to this frightened mass of bones
Confusion is nothing new
to people and their telephones
Confusion screams back at you
to kill the hope inside.

Copyright 2000 Aimee Weber, all rights reserved.

In otherwords this is MINE!!!