Dismemebered beliefs dark thoughts
People walking in stright lines
Wondering and losing.
Pondering the sickness that has become me
The darkness in the meekest of eyes.
Rivers of blood standing still
All for sick choice of madness.
The beaten path of trust no longer seen
The empty words filling my head with nonsence
No meaning and no end.
A blackness. A darkness. A hate filled world
In which we belong to .
In our simple madness we are who we are
The damned and the innocent. The hunter and the hunted. The loving and the hated.
We play our own plot in this we say our lines and spit out half truths and simple lies.
Our lines writing by the best in the world. So we tell our self.
We let our self stand strong and then fall
We fail. We beat our selfs with out knowing why.
We stand still and let the world use abuse and rape us
And in the end what do we get…..
Simple Madness..
A dream of a dream thats not meant to be
A calling .A want .A need….
No a drug… it drives to filled the need you think you crave
Feeding your self razor blades and lies.
Sugar coating the melodrama to everyone
Showing your self as they see you not as you want to be
Watching the world disolve and slowly reform
The very things you believed in a lie.
A drunken dream of a mad man.
Who beat his self every time there was a sickness to be had.
And in the end….We are lead back to Simple Madness……
