Reap my soul.
I whisper cruel words that only I can hear.
I dream in a never
eanding line of tragedy, disposition
neckbraced by insecurity.
Let freedom ring in my ears painfully. And muffle this bell with the hand of pessimism and render it useless. you can't stop this thought like a passing trainwreck it barrels through my brain, paralyzing.
In this state your words become the daggers and I'm left bleeding. These wounds of trust I know as tunnel vision creates my only sanctuary.
As hope manifests itself in the
thought of an end.
A lifht. A fighting chance.
A dying breath. Reap my soul.
I'm not sure I can go on.
So drag me down into your world. Replace my heart with your machine and see if it still bleeds.
Become my enemy.
My eyeslids become my enemies
I fight then to save myself from the scene.
As the groundwork for my nightmares is
created I stand helpless to this chaos in my head and yet the chaos stands beautifully now like a carefully designed city of conformity.
I'll keep you awake tonight and I'll hurt you until sunrise in the attempt to displace this pusing attack on my senses.
Drag me down noe. Replace my heart with your machine and see if it still bleeds.
I'll cover my tracks so you can't trace this accident to me.
Drag me down now.