Overdosed on salvation
I live in a nation of nothingness
No Bliss
I long for a kiss of finality, in actuality
Maybe just a shot of spirituality will do
Bounded - Hounded - Surrounded by insanity
I sounded the alarm
There is no water here - I live in fear
Of being in this cage - a fluid filled Haze
My mind wonders in a maze of indecision
No Vision
Pin-pointed pupils
Dialated
Blood shot eyes and someone dies in my mind
Everyone blind to my murderous rampage for sage
to spice up this homicidal soup
Vines of untrust winde behind my mind
I find
that I am all alone
etched and sketched by memories of emotional termoil
My soul toils
I Spoil
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC