Under my eyelids
Sirens silent
The sound of violence
No part is uninvited
Don't let the light in
Don't feel excited
Don't take a part in
Don't need a pardon
I'm on my own
Don't need a martyr
I got no options
I feel the farthest
I make a fuss
Yes I'm an artist
I make a portrait in my vocals when I need to trust
But the product is so appalling.
I run in circles to make it perfect.
I never summit
Stuck in a portal
Ghost in my shell I feel so soulless
I need attention, without it I don't animate
Hyper fixate, I get obsessive
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you wanna f*ck me
Tell me that I have a purpose
A rose petal falling onto the surface
In the same way that wilted flowers fall
Like a primordial rain
The pieces of an unkept brain shrink
And break off into inaccessible memories
Lost in the chasm of the abyss
Look too long in abyss
Abyss will look right back inside your soul
Find amiss
In the midst of mice and men, the monsters I might find within
Tough to swallow
In shallow little brains
What sight could hollow when you put no bottles all up in your pain
The deep dark depth inside a home
Where no one knows what kinda tone
Is present when the kids are grown
They feel the blow of every inch of touching soul
Must you make a fuss of every little punch I've thrown
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
If you can't hold the weight of trust just on your own
I do prefer, a dream deferred
Raisins in the sun
If I decide to act, then I'm a patient to the gun
To eliminate myself and terminate what I've begun