Stressed out, chain smoking- So it's raspy when I talk
But nobody listens, I'm only grasping at these straws
The dark side's entertained by the havoc that I draw
& the lunatic in me wants it wrapped around the walls
Too tragic of a fall, I became in touch with the violence
Lost in the moment, I snapped, I was in lust with the silence
Which was shattered by screams, I had rage on a platter
& the splatter of blood left me a taste for disaster
I crave to be captured like thoughts I currently conquered
The longer they sit the darker they get & encourage the monster
I caught a glimpse of my old self, usually loving life
Until I dreamt of death when I slept to lunacy's lullaby
I remember the purity, a bright light so little & small
The autumn colored leaves must've been what triggered the fall
A natural cycle- With death, what I found was my sanity
A soul that was heavy & tortured is no longer bounded by gravity
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