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psychosis
10 years ago
A paranoid fear begins to come,
As walls breathe secrets and speak in tongues. Voices whisper out of the wind,
As I try and cut myself free from my skin.
Birds call my name, while shadows dance unrestrained.
I looked to the eyes of the cosmic artist,
And saw light living swallowed in everlasting darkness.
I walk down the street and passerby faces change, They twist and they turn, contorted and ugly, voices like knives, loud shrill and disgusting. Whispers answer my every thought, while sleepless phantoms stare at the clock. I asked the light of the cosmic artist, who told me My eyes were the darkness, the stars are my hope, with the Devils fingers curled tight around my throat.
As walls breathe secrets and speak in tongues. Voices whisper out of the wind,
As I try and cut myself free from my skin.
Birds call my name, while shadows dance unrestrained.
I looked to the eyes of the cosmic artist,
And saw light living swallowed in everlasting darkness.
I walk down the street and passerby faces change, They twist and they turn, contorted and ugly, voices like knives, loud shrill and disgusting. Whispers answer my every thought, while sleepless phantoms stare at the clock. I asked the light of the cosmic artist, who told me My eyes were the darkness, the stars are my hope, with the Devils fingers curled tight around my throat.
