From a Paradoxal Mind.

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by Schizo420Drums, Feb 8, 2009.

  1. Impractical Reality
    Fermented dissolution of warped memories
    Hope and trust nothing more than sedimentary
    Abused and re-used, cursed thy blackened sun
    Burning flames of sodom, in which I have become

    Hades amongst the will and grace
    Mournful cries, so deep in such a serene place
    Completeion, totality, all never true
    Silent torment amounts to all the due

    A debt for sorrow, interest of pain
    Let the vultures play their twisted game
    Forseen future, unlocked shrines
    Undoubtedly cruel in a hardship of times

    Conformity, refuse and deny, point of blasphemy
    Dishonoured and lost amongst a silent tragedy.
    Confinement within the self, a twsited shape
    Lost and dazed, left to feel out of place

    Strungout, thrashed and worn
    Reality and illusion, the barrier torn
    Disheartened excuses, explanations multiply
    Disharmony within a seemingless cry

    Exponential rejections, degenerate mind
    A probable consequence, unreality, one of a kind
    Blackened sun, dulled day
    A lost soul, confused, indulged, fading away

    Solitary Miscommunication
    Totality, a fierce remorse
    Let death seep in and work its course

    A definition which speaks no truth
    A horrificn manifestation, no absolute
    Astray runs my mind, limitless perception
    Blinded by fear and social rejection

    Upon the night I seek out the truth
    Enabling the continuation of live without you

    Exrapolated thoughts, an intrapolate condition
    Painlful mourning of secreted vision

    Misanthropy turns to extravagant gain
    No intuition of a life lived in vain
    Inhebriation of my lost hopes and dreams
    Crucifixtion as I am lost within my screams

    Slowly departing amongst my distorted conception
    Used and abused over lack of perception

    Visions embedded of a lifeless strain
    No more to lose, and nothing to gain
    Fear of entraptment for a lack of scornful dreams
    Outslide looking in at what the truth so obliviously seems

    Hole-riddled and never-more
    Withered down beyind the core
    Diseased my mind, fatlity is me
    Will I ever discover the truth and finally be me

    Never again, Your force-filled illusions to show, you feed off my pain, feed off my life.
  2. i love impractical reality dude. great work.

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