Hallucinatory Fascination S
I've managed to master the art of self destruction, no need for the applause, no need for an introduction
When the curtains rise, the free spirit falls
Pain paints your face and blood crawls down the walls
The scenery is scrambled, the landscape is withered dust
New growth spawned down in cold black dirt, quenching your secret lust
I'm burning up, but I'm not on fire
I'm breaking down , as your lies begin to expire
slamming locked doors, leave everything behind
Smashing hearts made of glass
Regulating the changing of our minds
Our interpretation of what we think and how we feel
Creates eruptions of confusion, question everything we think is real
I've perfected, the skill of becoming infected, we live in troubled times and silence can now be injected
I think it's all finally coming to a close
We won't accept deception and mysteries will be solved
Anticipated feelings on the brink of extermination
Rain down and flood my life, with hallucinatory fascination s.
I'm freezing cold and slowly picked apart
I'm shutting down the machine that makes me sick how did it start?
Who was one the one that gave it life and a steady beating digital heart?
No blood to run red through cold steel veins
It's not real but pulses life through wires and sustains
A force so alien
A holographic reaper, our personal destructor as the decline grows steeper
In our final moments, ponder this last question
Did I satisfy your hallucinatory fascination s.
Curtains close and expose one last hidden blessing
Finding a heaven deep inside my..... hallucinatory fascination s.
Copyright © Jessie Doyle | Year Posted 2022
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