Post by Dustar Forgash on Mar 1, 2006 16:19:26 GMT -5
What am I at heart? At soul? At mind?
I think I'm going crazier by the day, by the night, by each cycle of the orb we know as the sun.
I don't know, I'm not sure, am I brilliant as the sky above or twisted as those who dwell within white rooms?
What are my thoughts to this world? Are they actually my own for finding them? Maybe others thought it first and I unknowingly copied them.
Why is it some nights I plea for death to come deliver me to where I pray I belong, and hope I'm right. Yet I do nothing to achieve death. Do I really want to die, or do I simply want life to stop? Maybe I'm simply a fool.
Are these the words of the brilliant!? Or the garbled, unsure words of the deeply crazed!? I don't know anymore!!
I can't tell if I'm at the edge of tears, or if it's simply all another figment of my imagination.
Is this the price of my wisdom? To have a great mind must I sacrifice the ability to control it, must I be insane, or am I simply confused? I gave up trying to know a long time ago, and I sometimes think the real answer isn't meant to be known by me.
My mind is turning to jello and reality is melting before my very eyes. Everything I know to be true is warping and changing in my head, distorted beyond repair.
... You've all seen my creativity.. my visions, the places in my mind that randomly awaken and sleep. Tell me.
I think I'm going crazier by the day, by the night, by each cycle of the orb we know as the sun.
I don't know, I'm not sure, am I brilliant as the sky above or twisted as those who dwell within white rooms?
What are my thoughts to this world? Are they actually my own for finding them? Maybe others thought it first and I unknowingly copied them.
Why is it some nights I plea for death to come deliver me to where I pray I belong, and hope I'm right. Yet I do nothing to achieve death. Do I really want to die, or do I simply want life to stop? Maybe I'm simply a fool.
Are these the words of the brilliant!? Or the garbled, unsure words of the deeply crazed!? I don't know anymore!!
I can't tell if I'm at the edge of tears, or if it's simply all another figment of my imagination.
Is this the price of my wisdom? To have a great mind must I sacrifice the ability to control it, must I be insane, or am I simply confused? I gave up trying to know a long time ago, and I sometimes think the real answer isn't meant to be known by me.
My mind is turning to jello and reality is melting before my very eyes. Everything I know to be true is warping and changing in my head, distorted beyond repair.
... You've all seen my creativity.. my visions, the places in my mind that randomly awaken and sleep. Tell me.
You defiantly 
