A living nightmare,
asleep but still aware.
The endless torture.
The painless
pleasure.
I grasp myself.
Trying to regain
control.
I experience and
learn.
In another faction of
my mind.
So confused.
But everything makes
perfect sense.
Can't feel the pain.
Emotional pain's so
much deadlier.
Lost, you've just
been raped.
Pain. Your friends
can't help you.
Why won't they help
you? Another reality.
This can't be
happening.
Why is this
happening?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck. Are
you?
Trying hard to figure
out what's done.
I scramble but now I
run.
The images in my
head.
All the problems that
I've been fed.
Punching slowly my
mind can't change the speed.
As my victims bleed.
No matter what I do
or how hard I try.
I can't use my
abilities.
Use my abilities.
Use my abilities.
Art of Illusion.
My razor sharp
knife's edge, pierces my victim's body.
But I cannot take
their soul.
Punching through
jello, stabbing not killing.
Disappointment.
Discomfort.
My razor sharp
knife's edge, pierces my victim's body.
But I can't take
their soul.
Punching through
jello, stabbing not killing.
Disappointment.
Discomfort.
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