i
The inner sanctum of my mind
is sick and twisted locked in time
thoughts run ramped, congealed and sour
I'm lost among you...
ii
A darkened realm of oblivion
a door to nowhere, to many keys
wrong choices, chaotic voices
a dead man strolling a black rose garden...
iii
You live your life, the wife, the cash
I live in fear of death, drowning, electrocution
a cutters way from rafters sway
you can find it, any given day...
iv
The pain, the sadness
the empty shell
life is sometimes a living hell
a little deeper and blood will flow...
v
Come what may on dismal ears
live your granted time, full of fears
staggering through with thoughts of mayhem
hold yourself in contempt...
vi
Why harm myself, I find that strange
inflict on others my hate and rage
I wont cut you, not at all
I'll drive it deep to the hilt...
vii
Walk among the fearful masses
a killer born every minute
I pulled the number
lucky me...
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
i
The inner sanctum of my mind
is sick and twisted locked in time
thoughts run ramped, congealed and sour
I'm lost among you...
ii
A darkened realm of oblivion
a door to nowhere, to many keys
wrong choices, chaotic voices
a dead man strolling a black rose garden...
iii
You live your life, the wife, the cash
I live in fear of death, drowning, electrocution
a cutters way from rafters sway
you can find it, any given day...
iv
The pain, the sadness
the empty shell
life is sometimes a living hell
a little deeper and blood will flow...
v
Come what may on dismal ears
live your granted time, full of fears
staggering through with thoughts of mayhem
hold yourself in contempt...
vi
Why harm myself, I find that strange
inflict on others my hate and rage
I wont cut you, not at all
I'll drive it deep to the hilt...
vii
Walk among the fearful masses
a killer born every minute
I pulled the number
lucky me...
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