where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
You said I was nothing, You said it wasn’t free, You said I was a liar, You said it was me, Schism rides upon itself, Flames of dire need, Schism rides upon itself, I smile while you bleed, Sink within, Sink within, Schism, Sink within, Sink within, They said I was nothing, They said it …
Flickering pictures before me eyes, Images of a life gone by, Memories wrapped in a spiders web, Lies told inside my head, Deceiver, Manipulator, My own destiny intertwined, Lost in a vortex inside my mind, Dancing effortlessly around the dance floor in my head, While I scream in terror, No music plays, No dance takes …
No matter what, For now I see, My insanity you fostered into this world beckons me, It calls the name only you called me, it’s like you’re still playing with my life, Bridging the gap between this world and the next, A swing of my axe, A beat of the drum, A flick of a …
Bitterness has a way of seeping in through the cracks in your skin, Finding a corner inside to lie in wait, Growing stronger it spreads its hate, Waiting until the day it makes its move, The day it turns your own body and mind against you, Whispering lies to you as you sleep, Confusing what …
Can’t you see how numb I’ve become, I can’t feel the knife you left there anymore, But I still remember the words, I still remember your face on that day, But now I just don’t care, For there is nothing left of me inside here, I just exist to fill space, A zombie, A ghost, …
The voice trapped inside my head yearns to escape, Thrusting its malformed frame around its cell, How beautifully destructive it is as the walls call forth its cries, Drowning out those of my own with its echoes, A light extinguished, A becoming reversed, An undoing, The countdown grows stronger as its rebirth draws near, 97 …
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Once again the night descends from above with a ferocious snarl, Thunder claps its hands together with great applause, Separation of the head from the shoulders lies in the limp neck, A sword wielded by a weakling casts trepidation over the fight, But the mirror shows the hidden beast that lies beneath the flesh, A …
A twist in time, A line in the mist, A deviation, A declaration, A promise, A burden built to live between the muscles that lie beneath my flesh, A finality of lies, A complication unwinding, A stipulation, A proclamation, A sin, A hand soaked in the blood of one who was not my enemy, A …
A symphony of substance, Guided by the vicious hands of time, Flowing with a purposely delightful destination, A symphony of substance, Perfected over a inconclusive amount of time, Controlled by the ebbs and flows of our final destination, A symphony of substance, Lost within the memories of another time, Wishing the pathway we walk would …
To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
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