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My Dark Psyche

I used to be like hulk
Rage was my power,
Until i smoked weed
That strong green,
So i sit in peace
Like i could rest in peace,
The black out after the crash 
To the lame act i pulled just seem normal 
And that's cool, cause its not you
So i shape shifted back,
The difference between me and you
Its all in the eye, how we see
The different sides we in
The angles of this cube,
You know the domain.

So i reprogrammed it just to suit my needs,
Altering the state, 
so i could regulate the laws on the mass
so i see and i wear shades,
The world to bright 
So that's right?
Chameleon skin, 
changing colour to blend with the environment I'm in,
Finders keepers! to the soulless being who found my lost soul
Forgiveness to the monster who stole my ego,
Oh boy!..... i lost everything
But forgetting that it's all my mind 
The deep state im in,

The cold room just beneath the ceiling  
So i let demons in,
Midnight partying......... 
The scene is set with knives and strange devices,
Slow repetition of unknown voices
Intoning with low frequencies  
Hearing demons and they whispering ,
"This is gonna be fun"
While the others are stripping me down,
And poking my skin with knives
This was just a tickle to me,
The demons gaze and wonder like what gives,  
i replied only Gift!
The house i was in, 
turned into a torturing chamber so i couldn't leave,

MUHAHAHA ............
They laugh "you aren't the only one full of surprises"
That's when i came to the point of realization,
That Santa can't be good
Working with elf's and manufacturing gifts deep in the frosty lairs,
The irony behind this scene
To me facing the ceiling, 
Frozen cold, 
Just imagine the fear I'm feeling!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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