I've always had those moments
when I seem braindead
but really I'm just overthinking
a passed or impending situation
Making two-star dramas and slasher films
I'm the silent victim
that should've saw it coming
in my soothsayer premonitions
Wish I could drop a bag of bones
and let them come up with
the mood I should be in
These small woodland animal spirits
prancing around my world
tell me what's life's deal
and sometimes make me fearful
when I'm in a badly lit room alone
It's not the dark that gnashes
but that which most wants the light
As if, life is about burning your hands
on many light bulbs, 'till some source
slurps up your essence and you're stuck
finding the portal to the next level
fighting and collecting dragons on the way
fighting and collecting dragons on the way
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
I've always had those moments
when I seem braindead
but really I'm just overthinking
a passed or impending situation
Making two-star dramas and slasher films
I'm the silent victim
that should've saw it coming
in my soothsayer premonitions
Wish I could drop a bag of bones
and let them come up with
the mood I should be in
These small woodland animal spirits
prancing around my world
tell me what's life's deal
and sometimes make me fearful
when I'm in a badly lit room alone
It's not the dark that gnashes
but that which most wants the light
As if, life is about burning your hands
on many light bulbs, 'till some source
slurps up your essence and you're stuck
finding the portal to the next level
fighting and collecting dragons on the way
fighting and collecting dragons on the way
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