#schizoprenia
Once again I can’t sleep
Death’s scythe grasps me
And the voices, the people
Inside my head they creep
They lurk in dark corners
Of the room, and my mind
I hide under disorders
From their malevolent bind
I know I can’t hide, for they see me when I’m there
Running is pointless, they’re with me everywhere.
Quitting is sole escape, from pain and sorrow;
The life once mine, is one I daily borrow.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
but i,
should have killed 4, 500 of 'em
and it would have made me feel better,
if ya slap me in the face,
ssst
what do u think i would do next,
should have,
if u want to ****
killing you, then **** me
smoke ya blood choke grip,
ssstupid,
mask and i am punchy,
punch me
benefit sexually,
ssssst
mental demise blood-oil eyes of the halls of Amenti,
tiles a'slick'd,
and ethereal,
where have i seen this before,
in a dream, could it be, this inanimate,
what am i to do with,
this man inside the cage,
i am another suicide,
constellation suicide,
lost sensory distortion
struck the key-match,
movin thru spirals,
never angles,
thru spirals, into you
i know you,
i like your style kid,
locked on ur mind linked up jacked in,
thats not me, im not on,
pill for ,
criminal patsy assassins,
dont ask me,
i fake sleep at night.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC