There's a pond in the middle of my mind
Where I come to cast my thoughts
And lately I've felt like casting myself off
But I know mental suicide is just a cheap excuse for giving up
Dissolving in dissonance
As fragments of reminisce
stab me like needle pins
Afloat this pond of memories
Slowly drowning in its isolated depression of the
past, as the floodplains of the present drag me into the future
But it's all in my head,
So I'm casting off these corroding neurons, that make up these withered patterns of brain waves
To find myself floating again in this body of standing water
I artificially constructed out of pain.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
There's a pond in the middle of my mind
Where I come to cast my thoughts
And lately I've felt like casting myself off
But I know mental suicide is just a cheap excuse for giving up
Dissolving in dissonance
As fragments of reminisce
stab me like needle pins
Afloat this pond of memories
Slowly drowning in its isolated depression of the
past, as the floodplains of the present drag me into the future
But it's all in my head,
So I'm casting off these corroding neurons, that make up these withered patterns of brain waves
To find myself floating again in this body of standing water
I artificially constructed out of pain.
