Am I Sane Yet?, by MorbidMaiden
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Frozen hearts and melting glass...
...falling faces of mechanical mass.
Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet?
...Vials of liquid clear and green,
Scrolls of thoughts so dark, so obscene...
Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet?
Eyes that watch with an unfearing gaze...
...Words that whisper a vocalised maze.
Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet?
One more hit and I'll be fine...
...Feed me lies like honeyed wine.
Prolong the torture, I don't mind...
...I'll stay inside my head, confined.
Frozen hearts and melting glass...
...falling faces of mechanical mass.
Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet?
...It's all the same to me, my dear,
What lies inside, what sleeps in here...
"Reality DOESN'T EXIST", I sneer,
And I'll watch you with a needle draw near...
Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet?
Am I sane yet? |
Posted: 2009-05-28 18:24:49 UTC |
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