Darkness threatens.
Demons, devils, unnamable things.
Calling, threatening to embrace my mind.
While otherwise,
fantasies of telepathy,
and other things like that.
Fill my mind, confusing me.
Gunslingers, and hopeless romantics.
Just trying to get along.
The unimaginable, the unreal,
wanting to become real inside
my mind.
Confusing me.
What to think, what to do,
what to say.
How do I say it?
I can't.
Songs fill my mind,
lyrics that help me pour
out my soul.
They speak my thoughts.
Alone, my soul pouring out
to no one, needing someone
to pour it to.
Someone who understands
me, someone who is like me.
That person is there, but
only in my mind, doing me
no good.
The incense fills the air,
lifting my soul up, to no one.
Demons, insanity threatens.
I want to get lost in the
world of demons, telepathy,
spirits, the unreal.
Its coming to embrace my mind,
and when it does, I will
embrace it in return.