:Violation Of Insanity:
Its insanity that lies beneath
the wicked, cracked and twisted faces
that direct the traffic of thoughts flowing
throught dark and dismal places.
It roots itself into the weakend minds
throwing all emotion out of control
letting all of the demons loose
to feast apon a tortured soul.
The mind is a playground
built for horrific persuasion
the monsters dig in their tallons
a recipe for perverse invasion.
Cold on the inside is akward
there is an ill feeling about
a voice that cannot speak the language
yet in tongues continues to shout.
Memories and thoughts being eaten away
the shell remains unchanged
a blank expression on the face
of hope of a new day.
No surrender to the miserey
no light of an end
just tortured thoughts and fiends
only wounds and scars to mend.
Veins hold vile toxins
that flow throughout existance
venom from the beast
that held the least resistance.
The twisted faces linger
as aftermath accompanies the storm
relentless waves of parasites
in the eyes begin to swarm.
Cleansing in the inferno
ablaze in pain and innocence
desire to terminate
all of that which denies deliverance.
