When I look at this world,it's been so long dead
I long for the memories at the bottom of my head
Scraped over time, replayed in my mind
Skipping over beats,my life's incomplete
The goggles give peace behind my eyes
Vicarious visions blinking every night into a cryogenic dreamworld
Of my design
Slipping away from the wires,lights and gauges
From the isolation which resulted in my rages
Fluids rich in nutrients that flood my capsule
Monitors reflect my moves like they're actual
Synthesized inside
The stasis lasts for years until I'm bored of dreams
All is emptiness,or so it seems
Throbbing black hole
Lustful madness - butchering in the corners of the cosmos
Eating my brain, even though I'm not a giant
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