Time Needs No ReasonSome believe that time is of the essence,Maybe this is why I tremble in its presence.The clocks are everywhere I look,Through every crack, cranny, and nook. 8They mock me with their terrible words,That even drowns out the song of the birds.Time never changes, but reality does,Your mind can?t be woken up by the sound of a buzz.When night befalls, and the world falls asleep.Time is there; it?s the ghostly noises and creaks.Your body is molded by time itself,You?re just another experiment racked among the shelf.
Madness Is Just a DiseaseMadness Is Just a DiseaseBook 3Lines 1-106They say madness is formed deep in the brain,Originating from some childish past pain.An eternal fiery disease,That does anything but please.It slowly devours your soul,And with it comes a heavy toll.My heart still aches for that little girl,In my head she twirls and twirls.Again and again her face appears,Bring forth my ice cold tears.Where did you go my dear friend?I can hardly remember to back then?But it still hurts like a horrible sin.Tea parties are a thing of the past,There nothing to me! They?re just trash!That?s how we met though isn?t it?Well all that?s over now, I?ve officially quit.The thing I feared the most has seeped deeper into the recesses of my mind. My sanity would nearly be impossible to find,Actually I never really was sane, was I?I guess you could?ve seen it as easy as a fly.I shouldn?t blame you,Your among the worlds few.Insanity is your name,And blaming is YOUR game.I?ve lost
Deliver Us From This EvilDeliver Us from This EvilBook 21-67 linesIt?s been so long since her long golden hair caressed my gentle face,Now I feel that I?ve become a mangy, overgrown disgrace.I?ve gone to long without the pleasures of a hearty mealTo not be able to die? This is how hell must truly feel.Once upon a time this world was drenched in the finest of her dreams, 8Now it has become a living nightmare by its entire means.My bare bone stomach longs for the taste of foodMaybe that is why I?ve been put in this unbreakable demonic mood.I still remember when it all began,With just one drop of a fine grain of sand.Alice had just arrived to take tea with her friends,It was one of those bad habits, like an unstoppable trend.She asked me the way to the Mad Hatter?s house,As I slowly wrapped my thin stripped tail around her blouse.She laughed aloud and patted my head,It was then that I felt my heart become filled w
Views From a SinnerBook 1Sanity Reveled, Hopelessness Discarded1-78 LinesFor years my imagination cradled me;In its warm arms I would sleep,Until the day the cradle made its last creak.It was then that I fell with a loud thud, 7Against the snow ridden mud.The world around me grew frightfully dark,Never again would I hear the angels golden harp.Now I lay here shrouded in my red stained covers.My thoughts constantly on my father and mother.Like pictures embedded into my mind,Oh how I wish at times that the mind were blind. &