Patrick, 19 października 2011
Laying; staring into the corners of my box room
Ceasing at the slightest sound of movement, only to slowly resume
Letting my mind run as I glance at the bright numbers nearby
Wondering when deaths brother will come taketh me away from where I lie
Waiting, watching, the hour seems endless
But there is no other option nonetheless
Why must I endure this?
Why can't I escape my own mental furnace?
All I can do is lie and wait
Wait for Death's brother to quickly change my mental state
The evensong has almost been sung, still I reside, still I lie
Forever trapped in my own mind's eye
Patrick, 19 października 2011
As the tingling sensation takes over my body and mind
I dropp to my knees and begin to feel the ground as if there was something to find
I cant help but look towards the sky realizing my own demise
Shaking uncontrollably as my mind falls apart and what was me slowly dies
Now my mind has been undone, I have lost all control
Lost control of all of my mind, body, and soul
As my old self continues to suffocate, I now arise
Seizing control with a new foundation, new goals, and that insane look within my eyes
Power has shifted as my old self fades, fades away as I laugh close by
Wondering what I should do with all of my power now that I am free to take what is mine
It does not matter, I am finally free to do as I please, finally free
Now it is time to proceed…
Patrick, 19 października 2011
Our family, My family, so broken and divided are we
So caught up with anger amongts ourselves, so much we cannot see
So focused on bitter disputes and drawn out battle lines
Still trying to achieve victory against these unbreakable vines
Stuck in the murkey water trying to get free
Our family, my family so broken and divided are we
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