My mind frame is warped, as it tries to clinch itself to reality its twisted.
While the scars put on my heart by wicked intuitions of past and present
times with death I've kissed it.
Death I've kissed, which guides me to make cuts and bruises by the hand
or that of metal blades, while constantly hearing voices in my head laughing and mischievously
saying I deserve what I made.
So do I deserve what I made?
Or is it the voices stirring waves creating the perfect storm within my head.
I really need a bite of reality to come through and set tranquility to this storm.
Stopping the voices, rushing through my head, crashing things like waves of the
ocean against shores.
So where's the key?
The key taken from the keyhole in my head to release me from the dimensional realms
of being trapped in this asylum of my brain.
Or does a key such as this even exist?
Or am I just standing on a wall, boarder line, scared of loosing my balance and not falling into the world of the sane, but falling into the world of the insane.
