-WhiteNoise (01-06-2014),Oneirish (12-09-2013)
The voices in my head are screaming louder than I can cry.
Now here I am, in the corner, asking ‘Who am I?’
Is this real? Am I sane? Is this death? Am I blind?
Maybe just a perversion of what you call the human mind.
Please, you have to help me, I think I’m going mad.
My skull is ashen fire, I now see good is bad.
My crying now is screaming, and the screaming now is crying.
My eyes are shattered mirrors, reflecting a daylight dying.
The stars are now the ground, the moon is now the sun,
Naught but the gods of nothing, naught but the saviors of none.
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour.
You were seeking love.
Here is the pit, here is your pit.
Its name is Silence..
-WhiteNoise (01-06-2014),Oneirish (12-09-2013)
Damn it, thread title fucked up.
Last edited by Aborted; 12-11-2013 at 05:56 PM.
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour.
You were seeking love.
Here is the pit, here is your pit.
Its name is Silence..
I generally just write to help deal with my emotions (borderline Schizophrenic), and save them on a folder on my computer.
I've shared a few before:
https://www.mpgh.net/forum/760-art-gr...narrative.html
https://www.mpgh.net/forum/760-art-gr...uns-black.html
https://www.mpgh.net/forum/760-art-gr...hinations.html
https://www.mpgh.net/forum/760-art-gr...ooks-sand.html
You were seeking strength, justice, splendour.
You were seeking love.
Here is the pit, here is your pit.
Its name is Silence..
Deep so deep now make me a sandwich
I wish I was that good.
there's nothing left for you here.
Good luck with that...borderline Schizophrenic