the night falls without a sound,
stricken are we.
the light for which you pray
flares once, then dies
Away.

swept up
by madness.
all hope must end.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you fail to believe?
spirits surround us, crying,
sanctuary.

Put on boots that you bought,
throw on a hat that is yours,

Wear clothes from a store,
look cool  just like a *****.

Laugh at those who can't see,
sleep in a bed made for three,

Eat food to make  you fat,
have a heart give some back.

Remember a man in the cold,
eat more food with the mold,

Look like you don't belong,
put on your favorite song.

Day is done just like the next,
do it again
all before breakfast

You should populate the world
with one seed at a time,

For the fruits for your labor
Should be your crime.

Fear not-
for nothing can harm you
Fear those-
who are out there to out do you.

It is your time,
and it starts now.
Make a mental note
and write it down.

Look but don't be seen,
hidden in every man is a little boys dream-

Break down
and play in the rain.
To populate the world
you just need space.

The moon’s light
with luminous glow
shines upon a path.

Down the road
in the darkness,
a florescent fog.

Amongst the trees,
a howling wind
as branches bend.

Looking onward, toward the sky,
moon and clouds meet
for the first time.

The absence of light
makes the night
seem... endless.

Voices from the deep
cry out...
from the heart of the woods.

Blinded for a time
with no...
thought in mind.

Just before
earth and space
could sit still,

The moon,
which is now
the only light there is.

Back to...
a... path
and a cold wind again.

In a abnormal state of mind,
Hallucinations are divine-
reality is experienced,
unconscious and delirious,

A catatonic vision dreaming-
perceive the illusion of the living,
temporarily sinking into the unknown.
Poisonous death is taking hold.

Remember, there once was a voice,
for the psychotic madness is just a choice.
With every inch of doubt there is,
just believe that life means “to live”.

Call out for a helping hand-
suppressing insanity is the plan.
Outwardly, in a trance,
bending minds eye for a second chance.

Vanquish the forces from within
in a catastrophic state of Zen.
Vivid beings mock the mortal soul,
lucid colors in a theatrical role.

A panic stricken lasting demise
with terrifying fear on the rise.
Just before the graphic structure comes to a halt,
dreams of fate take charge.

Smell the bitter intoxicated spirit-
a lapse of judgment for the coherent.
In what seems to be a span of night,
a dull spark- and there is light.

A gaunt and emotionless back drop of dread.
A barren waste land for the dead.
Electrified in luminous glow-
unseen damages of a twisted soul.

Forces from the unknown pull you back
to a life that once was had.
Weary from the dismissal,
transported back into bodies vessel.

Body and mind are whole again,
the delay of sight has come to a end.
Sleep walking in a waking state,
emerge in a much peaceful place.