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I suppose it's come down to this the day I opened the door and walked right out we're all puppets and candy controlled by those at the other end of the ropes and fake candy coated shells with rotten sour festering insides my world was lost in a deep crimson acid raindrop locked behind a bubble of see through control I gazed out the window as it took my breath away and in the time that followed I lost my sanity forever lost in tremors and acid flashbacks fuck me, all alone and all out of enemies I looked in the mirror to view this complete distortion sweat pouring from my face and my eyes as big as fancy dinner plates my mouth un-hinged and very rapid breath carefully placing foot-steps around my contorted dismay my bubble labeled sin and as treachery as my god as day fades to night sleep is the furthest thing from me I feel trapped, I feel used and unfaithful alone in the dark.. caught in one of those moments when you know you don't want to turn around.. but as my fear and curiosity take over, slowly I turn, and... .. hello, it's the beginning to my end I feel relieved, as if this could help but it's just another variation of my free roaming flashbacks you see, the Devil is Jesus Christ simply because acid told me so.. just like Jesus Christ is your savior simply because the bible told you so.. Post a comment in response: |
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