watching as my mind spins off the track of reality into the depth they call insanity,
i've lost my bearing..... my grip on what this world wants of me,
yes, i see the light, but there's no end to the tunnel,
i desperately reach out my chain, each link has helped me,
but together they are not strong enough, the chain is not long enough,
to help me grapple back on to my self,
a bird watches it all go down.... that bird is humanity,
the bird waits to see me near the end of the track then shit on me as i sound my horn for help,
my train very well perish, my track very well may have come to an end,
but my greatest fear?.... my greatest fear is that a part of me wants to be that bird,
the Devil's bird that perches there and does nothing but watch the destruction.....

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

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