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?
Truths to you are lies to me
Speech is words that they will bend
Because freedom of speech and thought doesn’t exist!