Perhaps we let our thoughts sink into reality too mindlessly.
Madenning thoughts
Creeping from the darkly scarred minds,
Looking for new heads to degrade.
We do not know we let our own mind drown who we are,
until the sane wake us
from the floating dream of a different world.
A tearless dream filling rivers of cries.
It isn't forced onto us,
The only place the maddening thoughts come from
Is from ourselves.
Unsatisfied with the present times,
using black magic to bring those thoughts alive,
killing the reality.
Don't trust the dreams,
they are only illusions.
Simple formations
that manipulate us so effectively,
we forget the reality is what we live in.
But when the dreams end,
we're just a decay of what we were before.
Believing those foolish lies,
That's a necklace of mourning eyes.
