Too Early, Too Late

I found yourself
You were sitting down
You were looking up
Looking around 
Tasting the sight
Smelling the sound

Caged in with thought
Demons sneer and taunt
They're all cynics
When love's what you wrot

Conforming to hate 
A shell of yourself
It's time to come out
It's getting too late

Block out your mind
With sub-conscious emotional twitch
Unable to tell which one is which

                                        [PaW] 95' [FLaTLiNE]