The shapes that formed in the ceiling are moving
How I wish I could move too
Strange formations of dark conceptions crawling towards me
How I wish I could run free
How I wish I could scream away from all these words! Ahhhhhh
Shadows, shapes… Shades… Tainted skin
There is no cure nor a vaccine
Whispering creatures staring at me
How I wish this was a dream
How did they manage to escape from the dungeons of my mind?
They’ve devoured the insides of thoughts and they are starving now, eager for more…
What happens to the beauty that I’ve seen before?
Is it gone like the perfect soft touch from your skin?
Will I be unable to recognize live’s pristine essence?
I just wanted to be moved by the sunset
To fall for the sunrise… To be next to you
Oh, glorious contradiction oh, magnificent obsession…