Open a window to the unconsciousness Sun rises on broken lamps In the city of slaughtered lambs With nocturnal jobs and diurnal breaks Red, red, red lights Pen bleeds on paper leaves Paper cries and streams to you Penciles sketched a ***** Plato Shadow cave imprisoned Aristole Once right and true, now hyperbole My room of fallen dreams Smells of eggs and smoken beams Triple *** and Triple 666 Sold books and bought a Twixt Watch yoga beggard with red lipstick Hands that wrote, punched a face Threw anger with a victory fist For playing on a piano of benefits Pray a prayer and Trust In God Pay justice for In god We Trust
This lonely road which i have chosen Was it just fate or have i been betrayed By my self or others No one else's to blame The way we choose to walk is an unconscious decison Maybe not our fault but made out it is Will we ever make peace with the people who look down Maybe they're to obsessed with royals in crowns
Happiness vibrates in my chest and echos down my spine. Thousands of tiny electric shocks Excite my bones, as My heart beats faster and louder than My tapping foot.
My chest is tight , like a fierce embrace. My mind buzzes like a confused crowd as My focus shatters like the plate I dropped
Tong tied and speechless. Out of joy I collapse My excited bones Give out Underneath Me My tied tongue spouts mumbled riddles While My brain beats against the side of My skull.
My tapping heart inflates My veins like a balloon i’M Locked away in my body Limp and Scared
I scream out... I am still here The voice rattles in my mind as I remain silent
Held hostage with a plastic smile Fading slowly into unconsciousness I let go Comatose
This is the description of my first ****** like event when I was 16. My mind was scattered and I was trapped in a mumbling lost state. My entire body exploded in a sensation that’s very similar to holding onto an electric fense.
Home to every haunting dream, Everything that makes you scream, Your memories of an assault, They call this place The Vault. Holding secrets you don't know, Letting out a darkened glow, Guards on all sides shouting "Halt!" They call this place The Vault. Holding in what's scaring you, Your insecurities like goo, The source of every single fault, They call this place The Vault.