sessions in the abyss by Matthew Sharprage and panic trapped and cant stand it both handed and strangle from every angle morbid angel overcoming and numbing youre running away everyday fray displayed sensors array decayed antennae from my inner dimensional shell i am not well i can tell its not like i fell into sedation all day on a favorite channel or station waiting in impatient frustration could kill so i learned to sit still even stiller the silent killer from within hands me band-aids for the mass grave im in the slave ive been please save me i go crazy friend forgive me
im innocent infinitely ignorant unbothered or mothered or fathered birthed or death i just need another breath return unconcerned opulently thoughtlessly aware gaze dont stare the daydream can be the same thing as nightmares right who cares we laugh in despair 12/11/2018 Posted on 12/11/2018 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp
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