Madness
Its consuming.
Its devouring.
Its ever present.
Gnawing at the foundations of the
Demented soul, as the pieces fall
the mind withers........
the suffering like vines wrapped around every limb
every fucking fiber of self is ensnared by its thorns.
like a wretched boiling disease it plagues the spirit.
the sands slip through the fingers, cracks within the ground
time is gone.
and the days come.
the otherside is beckoning
calm before the storm
silence
peace
love.
or not.
balancing on the edge, this seaside cliff, this
abandoned lighthouse....the calm before the fall
before the descend
into madness.
Its consuming.
Its devouring.
Its ever present.
Gnawing at the foundations of the
Demented soul, as the pieces fall
the mind withers........
the suffering like vines wrapped around every limb
every fucking fiber of self is ensnared by its thorns.
like a wretched boiling disease it plagues the spirit.
the sands slip through the fingers, cracks within the ground
time is gone.
and the days come.
the otherside is beckoning
calm before the storm
silence
peace
love.
or not.
balancing on the edge, this seaside cliff, this
abandoned lighthouse....the calm before the fall
before the descend
into madness.