This Inquisition - Underminded

dear mom,

my heart is surely crying.

beyond what i first agreed,

beyond the sight of me

her pain always comes down between

you and i.

dead right.

torn between you and i.

dead right.

and if i told you why, because its

branded on

our hearts.

the constant cycle of failing the ones

that we love.

you can’t stop the sorrows of wishing

the well wasn’t dry.

they dance the dance only jesters have.

nothing in this life has changed so much

that i can’t even speak out the truth.

can’t even speak without you.

i can’t even speak without the truth.

who wrote this inquisition?