i am writing again.
if i were to draw you a map could you find the way out of this place. if we could re trace our steps and go to where it all began could you relate to how I feel. would you tell me you are there for me. hold me closer and tell me. because sometimes i feel its like snakes hissing through the vines striking at oppurtune times. making my blood turn to wine. to see through me. could you ever understand. what if this map could save your dreams and insert them into a new reality. what if I could save you from me. From the words I spoke. from my hands that made you choke. blisfully you fell into the night. I tried to keep you away but you wanted in, and now your coevered in your own blood. now i am seeing the signs. THIS WAS MY DREAM THIS WAS MY MEMORY. i hoped that everything would be okay. FOR NOW YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME. in this dream, in my fucked up scheme. MY MIND IS A PLACE A GARDEN TO WANDER. walk around inside of me. take off your ties and suits and breathe deeply. oh so deep is this place. hidden underneath our graves. in which we were laid. AND NOW WE HAVE ONLY ONE THING TO PONDER. what will happen next...
Hunger: the world is hungry but we are denied the food we wish to taste to smell to eat. Our cries go out with the black of the night. The food turns rotted and we do not know why. Rotten food is given to those who need the pure but how do we give what we cant teach. How do we learn what we do not know. This is the test we are put through. Give us a loaf of bread to feed our minds and see if we make the bakery you so hoped we would produce. And when we do not you blame the cooks. Could it not be faulty or poor ingredients, stop forcing society to blend and mesh together like the dough you wish it was. Give the brain something with substance. Bread and water will kill your dreams it will kill your thoughts. Could you ever see that. Obedience is something earned not given away. Trust is something to waste i trust none of you. Everything dies, we all lie, this is the way of life. This is the way of life.
Hunger: the world is hungry but we are denied the food we wish to taste to smell to eat. Our cries go out with the black of the night. The food turns rotted and we do not know why. Rotten food is given to those who need the pure but how do we give what we cant teach. How do we learn what we do not know. This is the test we are put through. Give us a loaf of bread to feed our minds and see if we make the bakery you so hoped we would produce. And when we do not you blame the cooks. Could it not be faulty or poor ingredients, stop forcing society to blend and mesh together like the dough you wish it was. Give the brain something with substance. Bread and water will kill your dreams it will kill your thoughts. Could you ever see that. Obedience is something earned not given away. Trust is something to waste i trust none of you. Everything dies, we all lie, this is the way of life. This is the way of life.