Triggerfish said:
What makes you think "they" don't see "visions" also.
can't really say they don't, all i know is what I see.
You may think I’m distraught
Just because my tongue is caught
You and all your complaints
You must think you’re some saint
When I talk to you in meekness
You work to expose my weakness
It’s unreal, I wonder what’s your deal
Are you like me? Do you struggle to be free?
Would you sell your soul just to feel?
To be real, more than just another number
and fight for the peak until the years pull you under?
So now I’m distraught, or just mistaught
If I could match your moods and feel your grooves
My vacant stare seeks to find your thoughts
Like fingerprints, learn your significance
If you let me, i promise you won't regret me.
feel my freedoms, like hedon but deeper
in the unknown realms I am a seeker
What’s danger when we’re all gonna die?
Some friends pass on, it makes me cry
Since I’m still here, I must burn bright
Live for right now and not lose sight
My faith has run dry, so I use my third eye
I seek just to find just some way to unwind
From the visions my inner prisons
And isolations, like I rule my own nations
When I’m alone in my room
Left to fester in my tomb
but even though my mind may rot
i'll never be just another robot.