I remember
flying in the moonlight
Looking down at
something that was so right
I was immortal
soaring from a great height
I remember
the day it all went to hell
I was breathless
vibrating with the cosmos
X-ray vision
moving with a purpose
God was watching
spirit it was flawless
I was perfection
the day it all went to hell
Screaming at the medic who had pinned me to the ground
Foaming at the mouth until the needle took me down
Slide into a coma til the morning brought me round
Prisoner in my own skull
the day it all went to hell
Sick and tired
Of being sick and wide awake
Slipping sliding
side effect of what I take
Got religion
Sanity's so hard to fake
Caught me praying
the day it all went to hell
Lying cheating
Nothing wrong I'm doing fine
Sees right through me
I got demons deep inside
In the spotlight
Nothing I can do to hide
They had my number
the day it all went to hell
Reality imagination no way I can tell apart
Fibrillation palpitation maybe this will break my heart
Now I'm acting crazy and the needle goes back to the start
Thirty days added to
the day it all went to hell
:mittens: :mittens:
Good art is something that takes me somewhere I haven't been, or couldn't get on my own.
This is good art.
It IS good art, P3NT, and you should be ashamed.
Somewhere, William Topaz McGonagall is rolling around in his grave.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 17, 2019, 05:36:39 PM
It IS good art, P3NT, and you should be ashamed.
Somewhere, William Topaz McGonagall is rolling around in his grave.
:spittake:
You've got a knack for it, P3nt, that one's really good