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.
Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 12:02 PM UTC
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.
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Written by: Kyle Dapo
Edited by: Katie Mechenbier