Yellow streak right up the spine
I am reviled by your architecture of aggression
I can't laugh,
can't turn 'round, and run from it, man
Goddamit, something must've gone wrong
How these
whirlwinds of pressure
whip and blister
They are oh so terribly
cruel.
Yes; you blacken!
And bully!
Why bellow?
I'm yellow
This build up
Is making me
Blue...
And I don't know whether or not
I can weather or knot this storm anymore
'cause
The forecast says, I'M BLOWIN'
MY COOL!
Where's the helping hand?
Roaring through my head, “Survival such a silly whim…”
Forgotten things remembered, these cobwebs make me squint
Black curtains... never ending
"looking down the cross", my skull beneath the skin
rub it, now offer your death kiss to me
Like a genie in a bottle make a wish - May the past "rest in peace"…
Next thing you know, you'll take my thoughts away
Unable to beg salvation from the empty skies…
and what sanity is left has become my hideout
Forgotten things remembered
I go up into my hideout
One last look at visions in my brain as I tiptoe through its darkness
I've burned from a mental overload
Live and die within my heart is always the quickest way out
by "ooznozz"
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
Yellow streak right up the spine
I am reviled by your architecture of aggression
I can't laugh,
can't turn 'round, and run from it, man
Goddamit, something must've gone wrong
How these
whirlwinds of pressure
whip and blister
They are oh so terribly
cruel.
Yes; you blacken!
And bully!
Why bellow?
I'm yellow
This build up
Is making me
Blue...
And I don't know whether or not
I can weather or knot this storm anymore
'cause
The forecast says, I'M BLOWIN'
MY COOL!
Where's the helping hand?
Roaring through my head, “Survival such a silly whim…”
Forgotten things remembered, these cobwebs make me squint
Black curtains... never ending
"looking down the cross", my skull beneath the skin
rub it, now offer your death kiss to me
Like a genie in a bottle make a wish - May the past "rest in peace"…
Next thing you know, you'll take my thoughts away
Unable to beg salvation from the empty skies…
and what sanity is left has become my hideout
Forgotten things remembered
I go up into my hideout
One last look at visions in my brain as I tiptoe through its darkness
I've burned from a mental overload
Live and die within my heart is always the quickest way out
by "ooznozz"
