| Lifes turmoil. Plans buried deep within Cryptic soil, skins of reason shed, revealing truths never said. Power of time, slips and dies, Towers of the tortured, slowly open. Deep below the castle of Malice, resides the Demon of the Mind. Far away in the Mountain of Dignity lies a crimson surprise. A dreaded damnation falls upon this Town which I'm confined, I hate being here, always living in paranoia, vivid dreams of, livid feelings, murder, rape, brutallity, on my mind. I want to make this whole populous run and hide. More than enough rough times are stuck in my head, all that I know seems I have said. To myself. Or to Another. No one who I care for, ever really listens. I'll tear this world apart, I'll shred my mind, as I search for the ultimate divine, peace of mind.. Nothing ever works for me, maybe its all the thoughts, that pulling me around. The Pain that jerks me. I have hit a Snag, I'm stuck in this town.. Oh My Fucking God.. How you let me Live here, with so much Hate. I will never know.. But to them I say, without a Word, within my blank stare, and the word of nothing. I will have my Revenge, I shall over re-mend, I will see less skin on their bones, as I tear them apart.. While we're alone. |
