Submissions by mOSES

Help me subdue my troubled mind,
So that I may gain some peace;
Wanting,
To burn it away,
Every single piece;

Disease,
Torture,
Fills this clouded mind;
Victims lay restless,
Haunting every sleep;
Trying to take back the things that I have reaped;

Broken lives,
clinging to my head;
Nightmares,
Of faces,
I thought I left behind;
Bloodied flesh falling through my mind;

These eyes,
The victims of your war games;
My life,
Twisted and abused;
Transformed,
Into something I refused;

These...

A melancholy signal rolls off the waving hills and streams into my ears
Investigation leads me to an ensemble of sounds
With nothing in view but the familiar scenery
And only able to feel the pulsating air and swirling sounds around me
I close my eyes and listen

The whispering melody feels like a refreshing breeze across my cheeks and down my neck
The beating and humming are slow in pace
In this place I feel a sickness brewing
Infecting the dying and pale sound, humming to me now
It's failing rhythm barely supports itself
I could tell I was it's...

For what ever reason, I always find myself in the loving hands of these sadistic "doctors" as they try and "treat" my "illnesses". I will be free in a few days once they deemed me "cured" and I will most likely be brought in again for erratic behavior. I guess I should make good use of this isolation treatment to plan on what to do with my temporary freedom. Or maybe I should tell you a story about, um, what ever this story is about.

It all started at some bar/club/home/place where I was enjoying three kilos of white gold. Either part of the...