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The Feeling of Losing Your Head.
Your problems and mine,
In this labyrinth like children left behind.
Your problems and mine.
Now in my empty skull, they combine.
Perhaps I've reached my breaking point,
Or maybe that thoughts leaking from this joint?
And in my mind,
I've come to find..
The real world is nothing special,
Never as clever as you'd like to make it seem.
And the world is a monster..
Atleast, that's what the voices scream.
But today is my day,
And to this voice I scream 'no.'
Today is my day,
And I've finally let go.
I have come to discover,
This feeling is sublime.
The one you'd associate,
With losing one's mind.
It's like sweet ecstasy.
And my brain doesn't decay, or even fuck up.
I'm thinking at lightening speed,
But my mouth cant keep up.
Which is why you're thinking,
My brain switch is blown,
Honestly it's over-working,
And I'm never going home.
So they can give me the numbing,
But I already feel zealous.
I'm unstoppable, undefeatable,
But they assume I'm wreckless.
Now I am the phantom,
With my bloody flower.
And I creep to you in this midnight hour,
For I am insane, but I am still good.
I am the tragically misunderstood.
In this labyrinth like children left behind.
Your problems and mine.
Now in my empty skull, they combine.
Perhaps I've reached my breaking point,
Or maybe that thoughts leaking from this joint?
And in my mind,
I've come to find..
The real world is nothing special,
Never as clever as you'd like to make it seem.
And the world is a monster..
Atleast, that's what the voices scream.
But today is my day,
And to this voice I scream 'no.'
Today is my day,
And I've finally let go.
I have come to discover,
This feeling is sublime.
The one you'd associate,
With losing one's mind.
It's like sweet ecstasy.
And my brain doesn't decay, or even fuck up.
I'm thinking at lightening speed,
But my mouth cant keep up.
Which is why you're thinking,
My brain switch is blown,
Honestly it's over-working,
And I'm never going home.
So they can give me the numbing,
But I already feel zealous.
I'm unstoppable, undefeatable,
But they assume I'm wreckless.
Now I am the phantom,
With my bloody flower.
And I creep to you in this midnight hour,
For I am insane, but I am still good.
I am the tragically misunderstood.
Published 6th Apr 2011
| Edited 15th Mar 2012
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6th Apr 2011 8:08pm
God sometimes I wish I could go insane.. Just let go, but this last scrap of sanity refuses to budge
lol i have my moments, believe me.
like 'rock on the floor and laugh at your reflection'
im a little messed up but its funner that way.
maybe you just need a little push.
id like to believe, im 9/10's gone.
like 'rock on the floor and laugh at your reflection'
im a little messed up but its funner that way.
maybe you just need a little push.
id like to believe, im 9/10's gone.
6th Apr 2011 10:30pm
6th Apr 2011 10:46pm
This is good your good I've read all your work and I really enjoyed it.. Artful bright and sad nice work keep it up
6th Apr 2011 10:52pm
6th Apr 2011 11:06pm
