Every day or night my mind grows more curious of the dangerous ways I go. Every day I cheat death even tho his whispers draw me closers to mistakes that can't be reversed. Let's play a game of insanity?
Every rule we break we mend a new insane way of our tricks. A lie brings misfortune as showing you have no boundaries.
My secret I scream is the dead silence on the sleepy hollow cemetery.
My pain inside my bipolarmind is running wild with energy I could have saved to save my self from the deadly things that grab you.
My nightmares become a stories that play with me like a horror film that was just shot.
How fast can scream.
Do u want to play with your own darkness or spread the sickening like a wild fire.
I have no heart beat only when life breathes into my lungs.
Dose evil bring good fortune or dose it spill blood like savagely brut let killing a person.
How far do we open up our minds to open ideas for evil or good.
Do u want to play with my mind to full blown destruction that we can't put out.
My pain inside my bipolarmind is like a lighter starting a spark adding Fulton the fire setting my path of pure blinding aggression.
My pain inside my bipolarmind is a trap I can't escape only way out is a fight till Insanity kills me.
Clostrabobic small room I can't breath I have no place to free any thought leaving me with my demons who have otherwise plans in mind.
Are u insain or can you break the lone and escape your twisted mind.
Let's play a game of mine can you escape and set your self free or will you be traded for inturnity weak and powerless of hope and lost of life.
Are u insain or can you handle your own pain
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
Every day or night my mind grows more curious of the dangerous ways I go. Every day I cheat death even tho his whispers draw me closers to mistakes that can't be reversed. Let's play a game of insanity?
Every rule we break we mend a new insane way of our tricks. A lie brings misfortune as showing you have no boundaries.
My secret I scream is the dead silence on the sleepy hollow cemetery.
My pain inside my bipolarmind is running wild with energy I could have saved to save my self from the deadly things that grab you.
My nightmares become a stories that play with me like a horror film that was just shot.
How fast can scream.
Do u want to play with your own darkness or spread the sickening like a wild fire.
I have no heart beat only when life breathes into my lungs.
Dose evil bring good fortune or dose it spill blood like savagely brut let killing a person.
How far do we open up our minds to open ideas for evil or good.
Do u want to play with my mind to full blown destruction that we can't put out.
My pain inside my bipolarmind is like a lighter starting a spark adding Fulton the fire setting my path of pure blinding aggression.
My pain inside my bipolarmind is a trap I can't escape only way out is a fight till Insanity kills me.
Clostrabobic small room I can't breath I have no place to free any thought leaving me with my demons who have otherwise plans in mind.
Are u insain or can you break the lone and escape your twisted mind.
Let's play a game of mine can you escape and set your self free or will you be traded for inturnity weak and powerless of hope and lost of life.
Are u insain or can you handle your own pain
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