sounds of white noise echo
through beige walls and grey thought
this light never seemed so dull before
lifeless......a constant quandary
I feel tormented
if these mutating walls could talk
they would speak of the skeletons
you've gracefully swept under the welcome mat
if history is bound to repeat it's self
am i destine for sorrow?
I'm tethered to this carousel
spinning to the verge of insanity
an all aboard ride
within my carnival from the eyes of madness
from a distance I hear
the music box clamor
melding with alarm clock wails
trapped in a lucid synergy
semi-conscious harrowing
thrust upon mental betrayal
why cant i free myself
from this war waged in my head
i'm my own worst enemy
yet i cant be defeated.........
soulless in a schitzophrenic web
tangled through the silk
of chaotic synapses
i'm better left for dead.......