My ink my weapon
A constant deception
From friends from foes
No truth disclosed
And I suppose
I've played the role
And lost my soul
I saw them
In the blackest room
Geometric patterns
And bulging pupils
Is it something
That I have programmed
Into myself?
These other realms
Are not fiction
Or are they?
Are they simply synapses?
Firing ferociously
Forging insanity
I vacate reality
An old friend
Has found me
But I must be careful
A flash of light
Blinds my sight
For a brief moment
Panic ensues
Panic panic why must I always panic?
This shall be my demise
When I don't compromise
A pollution of powers
Brain cells devoured
In an instant
I am resistant
To change to change to change
Sometimes I think I am deranged
But really I'm strange
I don't have to try
Im absorbing pain
And kissing the sky
Sometimes it feels as if
I've already met the grave
No longer belligerent
Still don't want to behave
Consumed in an instant
Am I depraved?
A pleasant sickness
I was listless
Because I was forced to see
This other side of me
I stepped away
So far away
From myself
In another realm
To become the observer
The observer outside
To tell the spirits
They mustn't hide
May have been a mistake
Just how many can I make?
Now I keep hearing
A thump on the wall
But really nothing
Has changed at all