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.