Monday, November 19, 2012

Caught

At a table holding bread in my hand
Who's flesh do I have to take to change my mind?
Commune with the darkness and suddenly you're in a white room
No doors no windows no way in and no way out
Caught by my love leaving the conscious world behind me
Entering into the realm where all thought leaves
Contemplating nothing and all because of what,
My parents didn't talk to me and suddenly I own no ego?
Explain to me again the Id and super-ego
Tell me what Fraud said about little boys wanting sex with their mothers
That is so much bullshit
Because all I want to do is set this world on fire
Friends from the past first so I can hear their screams to ignite me
Taking the flame of murdered flesh to make the voices go away
Now would you look at this
Look at how far that my anger made me digress
Put these puzzle pieces together and formulate an opinion
Because I don't see anything except all the parts that are missing
Falling head first into the padded room
Straight jacket locked tight to my mind
Everything goes quiet so quickly except when I have to write it
Yet I know how to vocalize
But for the life of me I just can't think
So take me away in the hearse
Here comes a breakthrough
Finally seeing some of the picture
My worth
It ain't worth a damn so call the mortician
Opps caught again slipping away
Tired of this game here comes the .38 round
But before I go I just have to have one more laugh
She caught me in my weakest moment
When I didn't even know that I was living in it
I've gone crazy kids so don't forget to write me
I'll be living on a beach with a blood red ocean
On the boarder of insanity and perplexity

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