The Padded Room
It's basically about how I feel in my mind. And how my thoughts somehow control me in a certain manner. It's very personal. Som I hope that you might enjoy it and get some kind of connection and understanding with me. so that you may keep reading my literature. Thanx. and I hope that u again will enjoy.
Gallons of crimson liquid lay scattered on my floor.
Bodies pile and tension rises in the room filled with beauty.
A padded facility for my slumber.
No one I fear can hear the screams of the little child trapped within me ,when the sclapel craves my sorrows tale so lovely.
I sit in anguish, thirsting, alone.
The overdose of sin compels me still to the white room still filled with beauty.
Remorse nor emotion betray me.
For I am how the blood portrays me.
A messenger sent to tell the tale of demons torture.
I leak of what sub-stains me from a knife of misconception.
I am the faulter's tale.
I standby as society lies its way through my pain.
But still I stand of the fact that I am not who was in my past.
But yet I sit there in the corner of the floor of that padded, white room.
Waiting.
Forever staring into the bleakness of reality.
Insanity empowering my mind to consume me.
Another soul condemned to hell for shattering ethics.
For who am I, but what my mind altars.
Bodies pile and tension rises in the room filled with beauty.
A padded facility for my slumber.
No one I fear can hear the screams of the little child trapped within me ,when the sclapel craves my sorrows tale so lovely.
I sit in anguish, thirsting, alone.
The overdose of sin compels me still to the white room still filled with beauty.
Remorse nor emotion betray me.
For I am how the blood portrays me.
A messenger sent to tell the tale of demons torture.
I leak of what sub-stains me from a knife of misconception.
I am the faulter's tale.
I standby as society lies its way through my pain.
But still I stand of the fact that I am not who was in my past.
But yet I sit there in the corner of the floor of that padded, white room.
Waiting.
Forever staring into the bleakness of reality.
Insanity empowering my mind to consume me.
Another soul condemned to hell for shattering ethics.
For who am I, but what my mind altars.
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