life through my eyes.. Suicide is a likely topic for my mind to choose and it likes to crucify and creep up from behind visions of paranoia cripple me feeble and the cycle always seems to meander god took my angelic descender solace is it really worth a loathing memory? Silence is it inconsequential to the thoughts in my brain? I cant remember if Im feeling or just imagining all this pain I ‘m truly cocooned in my life’s bane the rain can be glistened and stained in a brain my tongue is split in half its odd im numb to the pain wish I could feel through the walls of insane I bet its so fucking comforting being sane any vision or memory of my life has faded sounds come from my mouth and I don’t speak my eyes are always jaded tongue numb and cold emotion never seems to have a protective fold im collapsing collapsing relapsing all lunacy I am always uneven and I can always hear them ignoring hunger is anorexic delirium psychosis im fucking catatonic cradling such a disease causes mental strain I like to burden my own children maybe loneliness is mastication so I can ascertain unfetter me from all this disturbing rapture the rain can be glistened and stained in a brain my tongue is split in half its odd im numb to the pain wish I could feel through the walls of insane I bet its so fucking comforting being sane life is a facade that im masquerading life is a subliminal meaning life is something worth mutilating
