#thoughts brewing

And it’s dancing on the tip of my tongue. Man, where’d my mellow go? It took my mind and went for the long run.

I lost part of my galaxy, and I’m trying to dig in another’s for answers, but finding none. But they’re lingering in my stars. And with time they’ll come and wound my world’s scars.

I’m seeing corrupted images in the corner of my eyes, Demons plaguing the frames of my mind, and I’m fearing that one eye may be blind But a heavy potency of fear, can have your soul at a grip, and I won’t conform to the urban myth, that whatever it is, at a price you can have it.

I close my eyes often, because I’d rather hear the world turn then see the devils surround me in yearn.

Ink’s smearing, Visions blurring, Speech’s slurring,

I’m lost in the found, found in the thought, of what is in existence and what is not. My anxiety is ahead of me, and the unknown is… Scary.