| Stained glass shards of a broken mind |
| A swirl in the center, warped beyond repair Shattering the colors till the walls are bare Drowning me down this spiral slide Gasping for breath, so terrified The blasting colors, the endless slope Within this reality I cannot cope Lasting fear stifles my screams Everything temporary with broken seams Gentle curves meant for sliding Stealthily sly and always hiding Yearning for the earth to quake A different dimension is now awake Holding me captive to bear all its ills Serenity and solitude are the things that it kills Squealing from my body, like nails on a board Painfully uncomfortable, full of wretched discord Laughter and echos inside this plateau Over my head and even below Till the glass dissolves and regains composure Even still there is no real closure Back to its form, lovely and grand Till it breaks again and cuts your hand Beauty is not all that this force portrays Loving every minute of the plot it displays. Pretends to be calm, within there is malice Drinking the blood from its darkened chalice Lamenting in comfort never seeing the plot Causing your muscles to ache, your mind to rot Lever and button pushed beyond comprehension Sets out to break, won�t pay any attention Damaging river and earthshaking rubble The epitome of evil, the beginning of trouble The frayed ends of sanity are calling to you To answer the call is all you can do. |