She Lost Her Brain Long Ago
She lost her brain long ago
Sanity vanished along with the ghost of time
Calloused bones reach from the ground
No sound
Just shallow breath
That breathes
And snarls a nasty smoke that suffocates my lungs
Oh how it used to tease
But now bleeds uncertainty
And that's why I feel so free
A sacrifice to the goddess of slavery
Searching for beauty
A long echo that calls to me
I know its name
It knows my name
We seem to be kind of one in the same
Torment casting its shadow
Pointing fingers
Trying to place the blame
But I've paid my fees
Scuffed up by the blood of my knees
Here to say the things meant to be left in need
Like the rustle of the wind in the trees
Raising the undead
Carried along with the last few waves of smoke
Too many thoughts
Try not to choke
Caught in the back of another's throat
Get my blood pressure up
And I might have a stroke
Where do I go when my spirit is broke
Floating through space time
Nowhere to go but to slowly get lost
Let’s just go ahead and smoke more pot
Sometimes I like the way my brain feels when it rots
It hits the spot
Numbs the
Pain
Pain
Pain
The ticking tock of the clock bring the pressure to my brain
But what really would happen if were to go insane?
Too late
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