There's a madhouse growing inside of my head, It grows bigger each time I wish for my death,
ty Jinny for the idea sry this is so long music is my biggest interest
These thoughts are swirling in my skull A torrent of questions
Hearts are fickle bits of glass and stone locked behind a cage of scaring flesh and brittle broken bone
The last poem of a madman before committing suicide in order to escape the hanging. (NOT a true story, don't worry)
Sequel to Intentions of A Mad Man, further exploring Jack the Ripper as he becomes more deranged and violent.
My meds are making me feel inhuman
lost in my mind
like life has lost all color
Words are so much more than language
They are emotion
They are ideas
They are personas
Words shape reality
vivid green and harsh yellows too red and deep dark blue,
There's a madhouse growing inside of my head, It grows bigger each time I wish for my death,
ty Jinny for the idea sry this is so long music is my biggest interest
These thoughts are swirling in my skull A torrent of questions
Hearts are fickle bits of glass and stone locked behind a cage of scaring flesh and brittle broken bone
The last poem of a madman before committing suicide in order to escape the hanging. (NOT a true story, don't worry)
Sequel to Intentions of A Mad Man, further exploring Jack the Ripper as he becomes more deranged and violent.
My meds are making me feel inhuman
lost in my mind
like life has lost all color
Words are so much more than language
They are emotion
They are ideas
They are personas
Words shape reality
vivid green and harsh yellows too red and deep dark blue,