The Immortal Wize

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Psycho Path

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Diagnosis, neurotic psychosis

Constant struggle for sanity
Abducted a warm wet blanket fell on me

With no vision I fell into a deep hole

Where my soul use to be
before it ran out on me

The curtains are drawn

The blinds are closed
Nobodies home

No days just midnights

50 pills in a bottle 50 pills I could swallow

Into a vessel so hollow In somber i wallow
Who's waiting for me tomorrow?

Four walls' twin beds, vital signs
Med call, long halls, help calls

Shoe strings taken medicated
Strange voices silent screams

This is no nightmare this is no dream

you will never see this in a hollywood scene

Monitored day room, floor pacing, mind racing

Praying to God shouting at the devil
Sudden outburst

" THEIR THE ONES WHO'S CRAZY"

I'm just a little strange not deranged

I know that there is no tomorrow
They sit and wait insane I wanna scream

" STOP THE PAIN"

They pacify me with juice ice cream
Other snacks to calm me down

So that I want attack but still they
Watch their backs

They close me in I'm trapped
They want me to come back

They cant make it better or pull
These knives out of my back

The milk from my mothers breast I regurgitated
The sound of my fathers voice I really hated

With this pen I have to fight
I keep a list of those I would kill if I did not write

I wanna exhume the corpse of my father

Then set it on fire you can
Call me crazy it's my desire

I wanna shake my mother
Before she or I dies

I wanna shake her till she cries

Don't be surprise to see no light in my eyes
In darkness is how I survive

Sanity is vanity to me
Insane are those who believe
It's sanity they obtain

Hypocrites, scribes and Pharisees alike

Subscribed a bottle of pills
I have to hold with two hands

I carry out the plan is their intention
they do not want me here because I pay attention

I'm an all nighter a mood writer

They take my pen because I could stab
I sever a vein and write my pain in blood

I'll die for the pen my love

To kick the pain of my coagulated past
Believe me I'll go to hell just to kick the devils ass

2008 Â© Wize Dom

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