Falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of reality
Seeping into the darkened fields of time
Pushing and breaking my mind called sanity
Opening my thoughts of nothing ness turned blind
Always reaching out for something that’s never there
Holding onto the edge of past memories
Conveying the times of which have been shrouded by hair
The hair that drapes and drowns in calamities
The ecstasy of what light might shine through
The disappointment of realization
Playing in my head what poison might do
Opening paths that lead to Condemnation
Devouring voices that talk of nothing but pain
Repeatedly been struck down by misfortune
Losing hope and heightening goals that question the sane
Always waiting and hoping for the process of healing
Looking and wondering what time might bring
If time was stopped for just a moment and forever more
Hoping for the darkening prize of being King
But not King at all, but a child laying on the floor
Eyes fixated on the expanding seamless skies
Listening to the sounds of flying cackles
Paranoia of watching figures that excrete the lies
The new and the old, the cents and the nickels
Taking my mindless thoughts for granted
Shredding them into a thousand pieces
