Wrapped tightly in a cocoon of despair. Lost in the eye of the storm, a hurricane of swirling emotions.
A thunderstorm ravaging your mind.
Surrounded by a crowd, friends, strangers, the lot... The voices blending with the savages clawing at your skull.
Torment of the soul, the voice in your head. Bloodshot eyes rid of sleep.
The voices, whispers and laughter echoing in the caves of a cursed mind. To wish for sleep is only a worse plight.
A mirror of a thousand imaginations having different motions from you, but dances to the tune of the crowd, friends.
Alone in the dark which is filled with sunlight from people. You are who you are for the rage of impermanent emotions voids the heart from knowing it's mind on a swift cold valley of the road which only you knows the path but can't handle the situation like an amateur settling a horse fight.
Lost in the ruins of a once glorious world, amidst the mortar and bricks of your mind.
Thoughts like poison ivy, spreading to the darkest corners, eating at your soul.
Viewing the world through tormented eyes that become clearer with each pain.
Innocence a forgotten history in this world where angels dare not trespass for the dominion of demons.
Darkness becomes your cloak, walking on thorns, your blood becomes your red carpet, leading to a throne of swords that peirce through to your soul. But you don't bleed anymore, sucked dry by the ever flowing darkness in your veins.
Bleeding shadows and black blood.
Talks to a stranger of creeks and snakes for he can't see a friend in a friend, thirsty for watering happiness which remains dry for the hunger fills his head with inception where his soul knows nothing but despair.
He is visited by enchantment of a dead Sea drowned in a dark flood
The flood of emotions too deep but safe in the eye of the storm.
