Just a step into my world.
I can hear it pulse through the palms. Covering my ears from the sound that's just too loud. The silence that's taking over the noise of chaotic existence. Insanity is my best friend, and it's telling me to run away. Should I listen? No. But you try ignoring the screams. It's not as easy as covering your ears; closing your eyes so as not to see the notes clinging to the air.
Hallucinations are my solace. Protection from the inner sights and visions of mind that plague so many cracks in the system. Conformity.
Read what you will. Think what you will. Do what you will. Have what you will. Take what you will. Believe what you will. I will.
Full circle comes the way of motion and events and patterns of the "what will" and "will be". The same state of mind adheres and forms around subjects of thought and guesswork. Ossification.
A brief respite. An interlude. A break and pause of potential algorithm. Blanket the oscillation of love and hate with the knowledge that resides within numeric consumption. Time. Coagulating time. Slow is the process of walking through the thick forest of never-will-be's.
Take it as it is. Make of it what you can. It's only a matter of personal bias towards the failure.
The chance for euphoric illusion is a second too late and a half a lifetime too long. Take these words as truth. Perception comes easy to those looking through clouded lenses. Foggy receptions of what the real light is like. Take the low way.
The beaten and broken path is characterized as the hard road. Are the smooth pebbles under your feet too round? Come my way. Step on the sharp jagged compilation of memories I make my bed with. Take with you the wounds of my perception.
You think to pull from under my feet the enigmatic prowess? Taste the hand of perdition and step behind the line. No place for the undefined this side of the aether.
Breathe deep and relax, none of this is real. It's just an amalgamation of smoke and mirrors, tricks of the mind and follies of the conscious. Have you kept a clear head with the poison floating about?
In my mind I can see it. Glassy, polished. Stonework waterfalls in rich display of emotion and defeat.
Can you find the gateway to lead you? I'll wait within the walls of my perfect getaway.
Hallucinations are my solace. Protection from the inner sights and visions of mind that plague so many cracks in the system. Conformity.
Read what you will. Think what you will. Do what you will. Have what you will. Take what you will. Believe what you will. I will.
Full circle comes the way of motion and events and patterns of the "what will" and "will be". The same state of mind adheres and forms around subjects of thought and guesswork. Ossification.
A brief respite. An interlude. A break and pause of potential algorithm. Blanket the oscillation of love and hate with the knowledge that resides within numeric consumption. Time. Coagulating time. Slow is the process of walking through the thick forest of never-will-be's.
Take it as it is. Make of it what you can. It's only a matter of personal bias towards the failure.
The chance for euphoric illusion is a second too late and a half a lifetime too long. Take these words as truth. Perception comes easy to those looking through clouded lenses. Foggy receptions of what the real light is like. Take the low way.
The beaten and broken path is characterized as the hard road. Are the smooth pebbles under your feet too round? Come my way. Step on the sharp jagged compilation of memories I make my bed with. Take with you the wounds of my perception.
You think to pull from under my feet the enigmatic prowess? Taste the hand of perdition and step behind the line. No place for the undefined this side of the aether.
Breathe deep and relax, none of this is real. It's just an amalgamation of smoke and mirrors, tricks of the mind and follies of the conscious. Have you kept a clear head with the poison floating about?
In my mind I can see it. Glassy, polished. Stonework waterfalls in rich display of emotion and defeat.
Can you find the gateway to lead you? I'll wait within the walls of my perfect getaway.