Frayed Ends of Sanity

Frayed Ends of Sanity

 

Birth of the terror

Death of much more

I’m the slave of fear, my captor

Never any warnings

Spreading it’s wings

As I wait for the horror she brings.

Old habits reappear

Fighting the fear of fear

It’s a growing conspiracy

Everyone’s after me

At the frayed end’s of sanity

Can you hear them calling

Can you hear them calling me in my head

Time has frozen, still what’s left to be?

Hear nothing, say nothing

I cannot face the fact I think for me.

No Guarantee. It’s life as is.

But damn you for not giving me my chance.

You’ve clipped my wings before I learned to fly.

Do you hear what I hear?

Doors are slamming shut.

Do you feel what I feel?

Bitter distress.

Truths to you are lies to me

Speech is words that they will bend

Because freedom of speech and thought doesn’t exist!