Submissions by wrldpbn19

Now walk slowly down the path that used to be your long and twisted way to the outermost limits of your lost world.  Wickedness surrounds the ever most enchanted boundaries of your soul in which that is yours.  Nothing more can show you the way to your very own mind escape.  Now the time is short for you to begin.  Begin what you may ask; nothing more than your carcass of a mind being drained of all memory.  Now it has a chance at the one and only reason for hate.  This will not bring you close to what you want to understand.  Yet it will teach you something way beyond the twisted reality of...

Psychotic but necessary.  Not always will it deteriorate into nothing.  Simple as it may seem, it always comes from out of nowhere.  The lost confusion that in which is not to be found can easily be reached by the appropriate decision.  Thinking correctly is a virtue that no one can seem to quite understand.  Try not to think too much about it.  Although it is there, you cannot adopt it physically into your possession.  At least until you have developed it as a situation uncontrollable.  Knowing that this will never cease is complicated.  It will cease into nothing that will never control the...

Lost your confusion
Lost yourself
Lost your reality
Forced straight ahead
Note to self

Success was never an option
Just take what you can get

I found out that it is so much fun to watch the failure of others

Laugh and move on

Now you find yourself staring at the sky
Where are you
Blinded by the sun, that same confusion that was lost has returned
Note to self

What has brought this
An explanation is now demanded
Nevermind what you know or what you think you know
Curse...

Inside my head, the dark seeps out
In control of my world, this fails
Stepping forward, take reality, step forward, trying harder
Grab your life, step forward, lost your soul, trying harder
Take control, step forward, world just left, one standing

No one left here to see this x3
I'm still here to see this

Walking forward, nothing seems real
Will you see this, take what is yours
Now I have this, what do I do
You have seen this, take this with you
Will you listen, your lies are shit
I never wanted you to hear me ...

It is funny how the little twisted mind powering thoughts appear from nowhere.  Once before, I could believe my surroundings, but somehow it continues to fade away.  More wickedness is brought through pain and anguish.  No one listens to the silent warping anymore.  Think carefully on how reality could slip away forever and never seem the same.  As madness clashes with the anger of life, nevermore strange things will warp my mind.  All twisted up in the wickedness of hate that we see as life itself, in which this causes screams from within.  Try to look inside the blur of what used to be...