Reap my soul. I whisper cruel words

that only I can hear. I dream in a never

eanding line of tragedy. disposition

neckbraced by insecurity. Let freedom

ring in my ears painfully. And muffle

this bell with the hand of pessimism and

render it useless. you can't stop this

thought like a passing trainwreck it barrels

through my brain, paralyzing. In this state

your words become the daggers and I'm 

left bleeding. These wounds of trus I

know as tunnel vision creates my only

sanctuary. As hope manifests itself in the 

thought of an end. A lifht. A fighting

chance. A dying breath. Reap my soul. I'm

nnot sure I can go on. So drag me down into your world. Replace my heart with your

machine and see if it still bleeds. Become

my enemy. My eyeslids become my enemies

I fight then to save myself from the scene.

As the groundwork for my nightmares is

created I stand helpless to this chaos in my 

head and yet the chaos stands beautifully

now like a carefully designed city of

conformity. I'll keep you awake tonight and

I'll hurt you until sunrise in the attempt to

displace this pusing attack on my senses.

Drag me down noe. Replace my heart with

your machine and see if it still bleeds. I'll

cover my tracks so you can't trace this

accident to me. Drag me down now.