so my common sense expands past common expansions this trance is a prison my sentence i'm risking Gaining time here i wont die here i try to hear the guards i lie here constructing and tinkering but i fear my concious and thinking are not clear
This is a mess. I can't really explain it, theres just a line you cross between normal thoughts and ones that involve actual thinking.
It’s a city from the outside, Shining on a hill But from the inside looking out It’s just another jail
It sometimes feels like the city walls are pressing in, suffocating me, but I can’t leave, at least not yet. Soon, though, I’ll be leaving; soon... I just have to remember to breathe long enough to get there.
Sometimes I imagine standing beside a river And slipping. I’m swallowed by the water Dragged by the current to the edge of the cliff Where the river dips And I can see nothing beyond it but a mist Like gates guarding the entrance to whatever lies beyond I’m just about to scream when the river Covers my mouth with its cold hands And escorts me through the gates
Rough, sandy Malodors of Brandy Unlimited space Yet strangling
Dark, hollow Look again Fell deep in the hole Cannot breathe in this loophole
Wind wafting through its cardboard The more I think about it The cooler it gets
I had one similar When I was just a mere familiar Horsing around it as if it was my home What made it comfortable It was always locked It was always not a liar
It was better than anyone I do not know what kind of sorcery it used But it always eased my fuse When I am confused, in a ruse I can breathe after all
You can imagine anything there Flap its sides as if you are in a plane You can paint animals, forests anytime Unlike reality
Turn it into castle Or a storage of treasure A hideout Military base Safe and sound
Quiet, does not shout Does not turn angry Cut, it will not yell Not misunderstanding Attachment syndrome with a non-living thing So are these ghosts surrounding
My philosopher's brain is no match for society Add that with my dash of absolutism I played along with the appropriatey
But why, did it betray me now? The more I stayed The more I get scared Tsunami of bad dreams slapped me Cannot get out But nowhere to shelter to
Feeling I do not need aid It is better to sabotage my faith On my own Than admitting that I am terrified Sensitive like the morning flower Than to be hurt by the outside Than involving anyone Since everybody around me are dunces
So stay Once more Get this occupied Even if it is already roaring to break free
Where no one will see me See me be myself Abnormal self Weeping, childish self And come back again and again
theres an unraveling feeling building in his gut, he sits in a cell, trapped amongst towering machinery guts churning at they run idly against the walls clinging to the voice on the other end, spelling out despair the grinding of metal becomes almost deafening desperately trying to drown out the words spoken but they ring ever present things would be forever changed
its not a wonder things should be so very this way the twisting thoughts of demons hanging overhead one fears that if they get to close they might strike rather dangerous when they cling so tight what can one do but stand to help against another's constricting shackles
maybe the dream will be enveloped in the mass splitting the seems and rupturing the chaos the cell could erupt and the future could lay bare but maybe ever still this place will be where it stays
Behind iron gates You can't Escape The Fate The karma catches up with you Punished for a crime you didn't necessarily do Your fans wait For an album date From the band that left you behind But it was bound to happen, it was only a matter of time We still love the YOU we know The only person who can be in prison and grow
Just had a crazy dream about all of "The Beatles" members in jail, I HATED IT!
got out of my skin threw it on a chair tried to burn it but instead i burnt my fingertips and my house and hair creating agony in my heart creating space between the bars yet i couldn’t climb out i’d rather stay in this burning prison cell because facing you is worse than burning