Od3 †o 3ví| d34d(use of time pt. 1)

Tick, tick, tick the clock plunges your mind Endlessly replaying times that were unkind From a mere view there is no way you can tell Curssed consciousness is your private hell Trying to receive a message from some other being Coping with the pain it's a subliminal message meaning, there is blood on the tiles of the floor there is a hand pushing open your door a sprain in the wood that causes a splintering fall down further until you reach rock bottom in awe Watching the wood form over you, you're stuck as the demons spread their darkness you're shit out of luck I guess you could say you're fucked Becoming darker and darker you scream Trying not to remember a time so mean Your screams will soon become faint As your blood splatters the wall like paint But everytime I turn the volume down all that I hear is the deafining sound of your hearts pound With the words slaying me slow the verbs that just don't flow confusing use of time A partial stoning of the heart waiting for something to start confusing use of time Everytime I close my eyes I see a vision of the devil start to rise I can see a view of hell standing next to you I fell So it seems everytime I fall the devil starts to call By the time I go to turn around all I hear is the same deafining sound of your hearts pound You can feel let down if you don't expect your world Expect to lay awake there by your sleeping girl Everytime I look at your face I seem to remember that place where the devil danced with you And even though I push it down I can't seem to push you around This hellish image is too hard for me to try and discard Today, the longest day Hearing repeating things you'd say Confusing use of time Can you hear the void that I describe What could I say vacancy sounds like But the trying and trying again makes me think it's all gonna end but I still I wander around Even though the devils down he left this angel town I always manage somehow to find the contract with Beelzebub I signed But the trying again makes me think it's all gonna end Confusing use of time When the ambition causes caution will you want to take action While still reading in closed caption There's still bad things that could've happened I'm caught in the devils maze caught up in this daze And i'm finally out of my body The blue lights are now a blaze in hell is where I spend the rest of my days caught up in a confusing use of timeThis poem is about the life of living in hell, dreams and nightmares combined...living in closed caption. Caught in a confusing use of time. Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 07:50 AM PST   17 • 0 • 1