Silhouettes and Screams

Unfinished...

There's always something going bump in the night,

a flicker in the dark so you won't feel alright...

It's a meticulous process, removing the excessive delusion from your eyes,

No matter the malevolent realities that entrap you, you flee to the same childhood lies.

A makeshift childish game where the man in black never came,

and the idea was never tame, your flaws will stay the same.

You're always haunted by the same silhouettes and screams,

always motivated by the same master, woven into the same seams.

Free will is a fucked up preconception of a reality you never really sought,

and my ignorant hopes for you were just a lie-an idea that I'd thought.

I'd change it all for you, but in the end that just makes me strange,

and the concept of waking up is just too far out of your range...

There's always something going bump in the night,

a flicker in the dark so you won't feel alright...

a lie to hide the reality you refuse to accept,

refuse for ever blow you've ever kept...