I’ve thinking to much,  The councilors tell me to distract myself. How can I focus on anything els when there’s screaming in my head?

“White cloud” she repeats as her lyrical psychological observations fall out, Thinking I’ve told her things when I still live with a monster in my head not just under my bed. White clouds-Ha! The white lines in my life are in the shape of sharp needles and physiological biological pills, nothing healing like her lyrical broken records. 

I’ve been thinking to much.... The thunder cracks my skull as the voices grow into a raging storm,

Distract yourself, what shit. I’ve learned to bottle these things up but there’s no more bottles to throw into the sea, no rescue or some holy saviour, no there is no God. The only God has forsaken this land and all who make tracks. Or maybe it’s only a few-I’m no angel with these blood shot eyes, I never picked a side. Plastic morals and social standers isn’t what I fight for, soul driven decisions of a broken human being with selfish morals. Survival of the fittest? Survival of the self aware rebelists, the unwanted sons or daughters with screaming voices.  

Let’s stop and think about this:

“Who would you live and die for on that list? But the problem is, there's another list that exists And no one really wants to think about this Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity, my morality If you get in between someone I love and me You're gonna feel the heat of my cavalry “

No the only holy thing I see is you...

I’ve been thinking to much. 

The marks of a fallen angel mark your skin, were self inflected hatred scrapped away at my own, maybe were just both forsake beings. But oh sweet soul these horizons aren’t what meets the eye, there are shadows that paint these grounds. Think to hard, drift to far and you’ll find you’re head in a dark cloud, choking on your own mortality. 

There is no God but there’s you....there’s me-maybe there’s no backtrack, but together we make our own heaven...