Psychotic Good
October at my window,
Rolling the curtain of devouring night.
I’ve done thousands of sins, though
I was struggling to repaint it right.
And after all the mess I get,
I’m stripped out of regret,
That voice inside me told
“It was their fault”.

Save me, help me before I slip,
My insanity tightens its hideous grip,
This monstrosity calls
For a role in my life,
I will try to hold up tight,
But I’ll never be the same when the last leaf falls.

Hiding all those feelings
I didn’t know their fire needed air.
With my bloom disappearing
My head is sunken deep into despair.
With that decaying mood
I’m stripped of all what’s good,
If you can’t save it all
It’s not my fault.

Save me, help me before I slip,
I am freezing inside the winter’s grip,
Because this bell tolls,
For the end of a line,
I will try to stay alive,
But I’ll never be the same when the last leaf falls.

I’m all out of my past ambitions,
The word “evil” has never tasted so delicious,
I’ll ignite the dried soul with a sinister spark,
And the fire I’ll bring is not to light the dark,
But to burn the masses
With my newfound madness.

It takes a simple recipe to preserve what I still feel,
You would’ve run with the wind while I’m up against the wall.
But who the hell am I kidding, YOU’RE NOT REAL!
And I won’t reach your hand no matter how loud I call,
I guess I’ll never be the same when the last leaf falls.

@темы: poetry detected