The thoughts that make me crazy. Thought I would put this up. Nothen to do with the band. FYI: Sorry for spelling and grammer. I suck at that.
Some would say i need help. Others therapy. But I don’t want others in there because this place is mine. It is a place no one else can see. It’s a place I feel safe. Safe from the harms of a sick, twisted place. Not a place but a monster. A monster people named reality. This so called monster named reality is dark. It is full of hate. It causes carnage. It dis-figures corpses. And it is covered in blood. The blood of its victims. Its victims are the only ones who see it. They see it because the see the monster for what it is. This sick, twisted, blood thirst monster named reality.
So maybe this sick, twisted place in the depths of my so-called mind isn’t so horrific as I believe. Maybe this monster named reality is so much worse than what my imagination is capable of.
Yes my head is the safe haven. The safe haven from the sharp, twisted, blood stained claws of the monster. The monster named reality.