i take their soul and burn them like coal the secret from time the abnormal rythm chose me in rhyme
So many of those lives i stole, and now i own the role, which is responsible for deaths missing and increasing payroll.
Tearing down the gates of heaven and gates of hell amongst the oceans of thoughts as they swell…. I find a comfortable place to dwell.
Amongst the voiceless I find communication, a way, a mutuality that isn’t hazy and Grey.
What more can I say about this very day?
The sometimes ….
i remain hidden in the dark, disguised as the remora but i am the shark…. lurking, much like the rabid black dog being without a bark… balancing being human burdened with emotion, half dead amongst the angels ark, and cursed with this knowledge and cognitively awakened notion ….
So in such mind i think not so my process is clear, so can expand beyond What I tell myself i fear….
can you hear? the voices amongst the violence of silence…
i guess that statement is a little extreme, but its true as it would seem, life is a dream whether or not we merrily sing while sailing this vivid stream…..