Pinch Me
Remind me of how the feelings felt..
You always seem to hit bellow the belt. Sometimes the daydreams keep me captivated in an isolated form of reality. We're always told not to run. But where are you when there's no where to stay. Not even in your own mind.
Falling in and out of focus
Sitting there
Looking at the walls
Feeling largely small
Wondering if there's and answer
For once
If not at all
Again You'll have to let me fall
Suffocate
Or swallow your pride
Trying to drink up
The oncoming tide
Loosen your grip
And you're sure to die
Razor cuts
Paper burns
Scream at me once more
You'll never learn!
Subsequently protest
Hijack
Panic Attack
Knock me back
Reinstate the whiplash
Treasure me now
Or soon you will regret this
I've got enough ashes
To soak up your bitter piss
You're missing teeth
But that isn't your only flaw
To mumble such bullshit
With a broken jaw
Step right up
With open wide eyes
A knife in the back
Take your turn
A hint from your tricks
I hope your fascinated
As you watch me burn!
Skulls aren't hideous
Death is not a skull's only symbolism. Evil is not all that rests inside the physical structure of the outer shell of the mind. A skull preserves life. It holds your mind together. You feel your own with your fingers. Trace the fine details. Is it something to be afraid of or to morn for? Or will you hold the image of a fleshless face as a beautiful person without a mask?