Trepidation
In the depths of this place there is found a room
Four walls a ceiling a bed and two imposing windows
There I lay in the bed the twilight a shroud
The only thoughts I have are bleak
In the mist the only colors are figments brought on by tiredness
Little pictures and scenes composed of tiny specks of false light
Are etched within the constructs of my mind
These pose but a small distraction
From the visitors
The visitors who turn all the specks to white and who make all time meaningless
I know they encompass me but suppression leads to a feeling of impending doom
Like someone is lurking in the shroud waiting to go in for the kill
Nervousness becomes fear
Fear becomes anxiety
And anxiety becomes panic
Entering through the esophagus
Tunneling down into the stomach
Strength of acid determines life span
It travels the length of the intestines
And is excreted along with the other rubbish thoughts conjured by the broken mind
Open my skull
And connect the dots my wires jumbled up in assorted knots
There is something deep inside
These neurons where the evil lies
It drops me to my knees
Can't see the forest for the tree's
Where is acceptance the thing that I need (the thing that I seek)
Pressing danger and primal fear erases my creed
A body against a mind
A mind against itself
Internal conflict roars
Can I be helped
All space and time in tiny dots of faded color laid out before my eyes
They cannot see it but they try oh they try
And it rips my brain to shreds
Knowing that there's something that it cannot grasp
Take away take away take away these chains that keep me in the light of day
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide how long until the pain subsides
It won't subside I know it can't
To it I know I'm just an ant
Irrelevant no use at all it only wants to watch me fall
Where is acceptance the thing that I need (the thing that I seek)
Pressing danger and primal fear
A body against a mind
A mind against itself
Internal conflict roars
Can I be helped
Inevitable results
It will never cease
Trapped inside time i'm waiting for release
Release does come yes
But at what is only a moment's reprieve
In the grand scheme of things that is
For i know that the visitors will return
Maybe not in the morning maybe not even for a week
But they will return
and since acceptance is the only escape
I just lie and try to fall asleep
Four walls a ceiling a bed and two imposing windows
There I lay in the bed the twilight a shroud
The only thoughts I have are bleak
In the mist the only colors are figments brought on by tiredness
Little pictures and scenes composed of tiny specks of false light
Are etched within the constructs of my mind
These pose but a small distraction
From the visitors
The visitors who turn all the specks to white and who make all time meaningless
I know they encompass me but suppression leads to a feeling of impending doom
Like someone is lurking in the shroud waiting to go in for the kill
Nervousness becomes fear
Fear becomes anxiety
And anxiety becomes panic
Entering through the esophagus
Tunneling down into the stomach
Strength of acid determines life span
It travels the length of the intestines
And is excreted along with the other rubbish thoughts conjured by the broken mind
Open my skull
And connect the dots my wires jumbled up in assorted knots
There is something deep inside
These neurons where the evil lies
It drops me to my knees
Can't see the forest for the tree's
Where is acceptance the thing that I need (the thing that I seek)
Pressing danger and primal fear erases my creed
A body against a mind
A mind against itself
Internal conflict roars
Can I be helped
All space and time in tiny dots of faded color laid out before my eyes
They cannot see it but they try oh they try
And it rips my brain to shreds
Knowing that there's something that it cannot grasp
Take away take away take away these chains that keep me in the light of day
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide how long until the pain subsides
It won't subside I know it can't
To it I know I'm just an ant
Irrelevant no use at all it only wants to watch me fall
Where is acceptance the thing that I need (the thing that I seek)
Pressing danger and primal fear
A body against a mind
A mind against itself
Internal conflict roars
Can I be helped
Inevitable results
It will never cease
Trapped inside time i'm waiting for release
Release does come yes
But at what is only a moment's reprieve
In the grand scheme of things that is
For i know that the visitors will return
Maybe not in the morning maybe not even for a week
But they will return
and since acceptance is the only escape
I just lie and try to fall asleep
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Writer(s): Spike The Media
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