كلمات Beneath The Flatline

Waiting for the end, give wings my descent Deep into madness sent! Sick! I'm just fucking sick! Sit in the corner counting the ticks Until the final abyss, feel my mind slip Words finally faltering. Bled the thoughts from my head In those dark corners madness plants seeds. Fade. The eyeless have seen me Set to burn in my mind A broken thought process As a burned mind takes flight. Flatlined supression of chaotic thought projecting impressions so stable and sterile Elusive. Disruptive. The mind Disobeys Volcanic Distortions of thought: disarrayed A millpond of thought, dark and serene Hides a deep current of darkness unseen Flowing beneath, the darkness flows deep Biding it's time as it waits for release. Beneath the Silence of blackened eyes The River flows so cold A poisoned Presence that promises I'll die....before I fade.