Time dwindling in my hands…

The worse turns real in horrid mind land scape sands

 Turning my fingers in the locks of my shame…

Endeavours push through the plains into insane…

How much is my feather soul stone kill…

When I’m left with nothing but vanity and pain…

To feel…

A circle burns across my mind…

Pentagrams forming inside…

The demons launch out…

Angels cry in horrid spout…

I didn’t want any of this to be me…!

Every in you end dough, in a message screaming close…

Bloody hands mark the direction to death, while mind and stray is bled, in a nice warm bed naked fantasies are as good as water and bread…until you have nothing left…

Capture you inside this little cynic…

I really want to show you something other than blood and piss…but I have to cover you with this, and give you all the emptiness of horror that persist into angles of nothingness…I’m dying to feel more that this!

I trade you lives and pain for my peace of mind…

Your lies can be felt at all corners air space becoming smaller…anxiety we all felt in formers….add up my disgrace…but I’m only a victim staggering around in the paranormal fears…and insanity blood soaked tears…

You’re all I need to survive…

You’re the reason I bleed and cry…

But as I close my eyes, into descending lights

I can figure everything with beyond the lies…cause I have a mind, crawling on the edges of my darken skies, isn’t this the perfect life?