The Madness
Trapped within my mind which is a state of perpetual madness
With every passing second ever increasing my hunger for sadness
As the clock ticks, time wastes away
Decay sets in as though it is just another day
The smells translate what my life is to be
Death is the forcefield that encapsulates me
I was fashioned at birth, I was formed in my mothers womb
Only to aimlessly wander the earth, what has been an endless tomb
questioning why I was created, not understanding why I am here
When so much of my life is motivated by pain, anger, and fear
Yet rage remains relentless, as my scares soon will tell
My days of existence are a physical hell
Each breath breeds anger, even with eyes closed I find no peace
The more I am around people, the more I awaken the beast
Set to devour those who cross me, to peel their flesh from their bones
Now that I have severed your carotid you will never return home
I question if they will miss you, I question who really cries
What a surprise awaits them when they open the present of your harvested eyes
For a moment they will see into the empty windows of your soul
My rage feeds my body yet my insanity is in control
I try to shackle my inner demons, they're too strong they escape
Imagine your scariest nightmare, there I am, I'm your fate
Copyright © James Johnson Iii | Year Posted 2013
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