Control of the Domicile Mind

 

Straps so tight you gave me,

Another nightmare soon.

 

Inside your house of maybe,

I ate your mom’s best spoon.

 

Buckles are so shiny,

Your sickly-sweet perfume.

 

I tire of seeing your sick face,

Eyes gouged out…I like the taste.

 

Straps so tight they're loose now,

A plate will be my tool.

 

I’ll guide you to the darkness,

Beat you will a spool.

 

All alone you left me,

The walls cloned my name you fool.

 

Now more of one there can’t be,

But all are here in drool.

 

Straps so tight their on again,

Locked inside your thick throat skin.

 

How much longer will I be here?

Four bars are all I see.

 

The air so thick you can’t breathe,

Shaking and holding the ones like me.

 

Insanity is what they gave me,

Hair of golden gleam.

 

What do you get for giving me,

These pills that steal my peaceful dreams?

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

A bleak and dark dreamscape. I really enjoyed reading this.

[BrokenWingedPhoenix]

Thank you, and thanks for the corrections. :) Now I just have to figure out how to edit. :)

[Zugzwang]

You're welcome. Editing is my favourite thing to do...not! Sorry about that! Have a good one!