On Your TV Screen

I keep meaning to post and keep not posting.

My head is full of static. I can't focus. I can't focus...I'm exhausted even though I slept all day. So long...now I can't tell. I think, I think I'm losing my mind.


SO MUCH STATIC!

I can't stay focused on any one thing...I can't remember...I can't think

can't think can't think can't think


Holy hell, where is my sanity going...



It's not drowning it's being lost it's being eaten it's being buried it's being

unknown lost broken

This is what death sounds like
I can feel it creeping in
I can feel it creeping up
Where do I get to go?
I can't even remember what I just wrote

I can't even think of who I am
Is it this again?
Am I losing myself to a void
Losing my voice
Do I have a choice?!

With great power comes
Nothing
Like bells ringing
Let us repent!
Preacher man sending us to hell
And there's always the bells
They know who we are inside
And then the preacher man
He dies
Goes to hell
And the bells
What hope is there for the rest
If he was the best

Guess we're in rat's alley
Where the dead men lost
Lost their minds
Static consuming like plague
Rats running over my grave
And when I die and they lay me to
Sleep?
I come back and moan and weep

WHISPERING TO THE SUN







let it be done