What happens to us when the beat of hate takes over. I don't know where it stops.. |
I don't know where it stops, I don't know where it ends, This disease infested crop that lies within my head. This continuos jumping; hopings;these hops, Warp the blood in my veins; it shrivels; it bends, I don't know where it stops. My blood begins boiling;these loopings; these pops, To a chaotic rhythem it sees; it weaves; it sends, I don't know where it ends. As anger begins turning;this binding; it flops, As smooth voices begin calling;falling;it mends, I don't know where it stops. Darkness taking over to blind the spot, Of the the ever seeking lens; colors black blends, I don't know where it ends. Forms begin to blur; it hazes;it rocks, And death calls the name it hates; the hand it lends, This disease infested crop that lies within my head. The wind makes a shiver;my spine; it locks, As the fires begin dancing;fiends; it fends, I don't know where it stops. Leisures began forming; cracking it cuts, And passion begins falling;the blood; it tends, I don't know where it ends. Devil's studden snare; his glare;his taunts, All but turns to mist;the task all done;the cleanse, This disease infested crop that lies within my head. I look upon the corpse;my enemy; my friend, A fiend until the end; the death;the cause, The grave of dust and screams;violence sent. But the beat continues in the back of mind, For the soul invited curses;the demon's find. I don't know where it stops, I don't know where it ends, This disease infested crop that lies within my head. The shame shall never demise for ends Of hearts forever forsaken with sin. |