Place Not For Everyone
My life is spinning out of rhythm.
And sometimes I play along with the voice's in my head
I dance to their sad toned voice's
I swear I am not possessed.
It just feels good moving on some beat that's going to lead me no where
Not everything need's to rhyme in order so sound good
Not everything needs to make sence to be something
There is a saying that goes, why fit in when you can stand out.
The rhythm has left my life
Sometimes the voice's in my head multiplies.
I swear sometime I feel possessed
Sometime it doesn't feel good floating on dreams that goes dark
Everything needs rhythm to sound good
Everything needs to make sence to be something
I guess the saying doesn't apply to everyone
I am not completely alone
The African drum goes out of rhythm but still I know how the tune goes
I cab smell its presence like the perfumei just allied
It takes me to place's I don't want to...but want to be at the same time
I resist and relax all at once
My body is not just mine
I am not alone.
Can you believe my story.
My skin is a token of sense
Everything is not what it seems
I am what it seems but not what it is
I suck my own blood and I feed off this skin.
My life has left the rhythm
They communicate through me
The beat has turned to dust
Rhythm is a token of reality
Balance need to be held steady
Not everything need to flow in order to actually become something
I am not completely alone .
They
They hide themselves around my throne
The advisers
My soul is ugly and they enjoy the show.
Copyright © Weydene Winster | Year Posted 2017
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