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My Hidden Insanities
Scars will always mark me
But the toxicity in these veins veils my insanity.
Look hard into these pools of oil
Through the hollowed pathways leading to my core
But aren’t they supposed to reflect my soul?
Instead they soak in the light, a charred out void
Coated in blackened ash
Dead, barren, rotten and cold
Shadows shift on the red horizon inside
Ghostly figures frozen in time,
Broken down to desolate forms
Screams of agony chiseled on their faces
And the silence is so deafening it can’t be heard
Leaving you with a migraine that won’t go away.
This is the world inside me
A black hole where time stands still
Frozen in infinite space
The darkness is so bright you go blind
So cold your body begins to burn.
Once there was love there,
But it died, was left to rot and decompose to the only emotion left to survive
And this wasteland is filled with my skeletons
They’ve finally escaped the closet, on an endless rampage with the ghosts of my past
Driving my mind to break into a blank construct of fragmented thoughts and dreams
Painted across the walls as if they were placed in a frag grenade set to blow,
Splattered around like my crimson room after playing with a twelve gauge.
So join me. Come see the hell you’ve created for me
Or bite the bullet with your name on it.
But the toxicity in these veins veils my insanity.
Look hard into these pools of oil
Through the hollowed pathways leading to my core
But aren’t they supposed to reflect my soul?
Instead they soak in the light, a charred out void
Coated in blackened ash
Dead, barren, rotten and cold
Shadows shift on the red horizon inside
Ghostly figures frozen in time,
Broken down to desolate forms
Screams of agony chiseled on their faces
And the silence is so deafening it can’t be heard
Leaving you with a migraine that won’t go away.
This is the world inside me
A black hole where time stands still
Frozen in infinite space
The darkness is so bright you go blind
So cold your body begins to burn.
Once there was love there,
But it died, was left to rot and decompose to the only emotion left to survive
And this wasteland is filled with my skeletons
They’ve finally escaped the closet, on an endless rampage with the ghosts of my past
Driving my mind to break into a blank construct of fragmented thoughts and dreams
Painted across the walls as if they were placed in a frag grenade set to blow,
Splattered around like my crimson room after playing with a twelve gauge.
So join me. Come see the hell you’ve created for me
Or bite the bullet with your name on it.
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