Its Sick

[complicatedmind]

Swinging through time like a neverending machine
You come and go sweeping though life
One minute your here the next you disappear
You like the journey though people

Never finding a true place you float though souls
Devouring the life that lives inside
Taking whats important and ture to all
Thinking though an illusion

Every escape is only another killing
Its another way to keep whats real
away
Hiding whats really before your eyes
Seeing the truth is to frightning

Killing your mind, your body, your soul, your life
When will it end
Your sick ways get you anywhere and nowhere