Temporary Insanity: Pavor Nocturnus

 

I take pride in who I am, who I used to be, I'm riding the lightning.

Proliferated dreams of celluloid gods and mannequins, maybe the storm is upon us.

Swaying in the trees like some great white ape, I am the king of the library and the knowledge within it.

Say nevermore; make me a machine, something arcane and wicked.

Walking from the walls of earth and stone, pounding a rhythmic path of music and dance in concrete, let us dance this day away.

Good omens, conceptual desperados of an oncoming onslaught, paving the way to oblivion.

Forgive me, forgive me, pen and paper reveal the most dastardly things.

Progressive change of time, sliding forward with no remorse, this s**t is getting old.

Murderous newspaper article for the utopian standard of living, writing such wonderful, yet horrid things.

Its a complicated procress of divulsion and purging of destiny into death and notorious problems.

I'm on top of the world and at the end of my psychological chain. 

I think I'm losing it, emotional breakdown commencing in...

Tumbling down, down, down.

Turning blue, resting now. 

Peace be with you.