The Mad Hatter
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Expounding on this thought;thinking thoughts on thoughts.
The eyes twitch, energy seeps out these pours.
I'm ****ing delirious right now.
Keep thinking, keep writing.
Pine away the time, in these worthless rhymes.
Tempos crawl through the skin.
The body a mere vessel.
My shoulders are lead weights
My legs bowling balls.
I'm surrounded in the haze of a delirious stupor.
The mouth spouts utter nonsense.
Such horrid imagery this brain perceives.
A white sphere of light voluminates in this night.
I never planned on this. A true nightmare awake.
True horror in its wake.
Long gone is the fawning to enjoy a vivid dream. Nightmares of the brain brought to light, fill this night.
These fallacies of imagery in my periphery, haunting me.
Such ghastly ghosts so gallantly appears to me. The poison yet crawls through my veins. This signifies the end of my reign, of me over my brain.
This numbing haze, my poisoned veins.
I awake and to my sense, am I entitled, voluminescent perceptions.
With this entitlement am I given, unclouded thoughts, unleaden with them is the body.
Gladly do I welcome such changes with joyous cries of exaltation.
Never has this been a blessing but till now come I confessing that I will reign this brain obsessing on such warmth that till now have I been missing.
For too long have I been after, contentment in a daze of laughter, in this search for tidings welcome, sorrow soon becomes the master.
Tides of pain, tides of pain, I now find meaning in thy name. And when you pour down your rains will I find a shelter. Shelter of the things of old, the things I do when I am told, and the things that fit the mold of traditional form.
Pendulum swing, pendulum sway, pendulum pray take me through this weary day. Weary of the things they say, say to tell me of their pains, forfeit this uneering view, through the window of you. And through the panes do I see your soul in its entirety. Can I look, yet again, to see the thoughts inside your head.
Like clockwork does uour brain shift. Organic shapes twist. Chemicals inside react, fibers in the cells contract. Yet everything remains intact, throughout repeated use's impact. The sail is torn from the mast; the ship still sails.
The eyes twitch, energy seeps out these pours.
I'm ****ing delirious right now.
Keep thinking, keep writing.
Pine away the time, in these worthless rhymes.
Tempos crawl through the skin.
The body a mere vessel.
My shoulders are lead weights
My legs bowling balls.
I'm surrounded in the haze of a delirious stupor.
The mouth spouts utter nonsense.
Such horrid imagery this brain perceives.
A white sphere of light voluminates in this night.
I never planned on this. A true nightmare awake.
True horror in its wake.
Long gone is the fawning to enjoy a vivid dream. Nightmares of the brain brought to light, fill this night.
These fallacies of imagery in my periphery, haunting me.
Such ghastly ghosts so gallantly appears to me. The poison yet crawls through my veins. This signifies the end of my reign, of me over my brain.
This numbing haze, my poisoned veins.
I awake and to my sense, am I entitled, voluminescent perceptions.
With this entitlement am I given, unclouded thoughts, unleaden with them is the body.
Gladly do I welcome such changes with joyous cries of exaltation.
Never has this been a blessing but till now come I confessing that I will reign this brain obsessing on such warmth that till now have I been missing.
For too long have I been after, contentment in a daze of laughter, in this search for tidings welcome, sorrow soon becomes the master.
Tides of pain, tides of pain, I now find meaning in thy name. And when you pour down your rains will I find a shelter. Shelter of the things of old, the things I do when I am told, and the things that fit the mold of traditional form.
Pendulum swing, pendulum sway, pendulum pray take me through this weary day. Weary of the things they say, say to tell me of their pains, forfeit this uneering view, through the window of you. And through the panes do I see your soul in its entirety. Can I look, yet again, to see the thoughts inside your head.
Like clockwork does uour brain shift. Organic shapes twist. Chemicals inside react, fibers in the cells contract. Yet everything remains intact, throughout repeated use's impact. The sail is torn from the mast; the ship still sails.