Emotional Distress

11/28/07

I'm an emotionally deficient deviant
Unable to process normal human metal states
In a productive way
I'm always looking for the right words to say
To convey what's in my head
But my mind's dead
Most of the time
I walk a thin line
Between hate and a hollow existence
Always searching for a way out
Of my current situation
Avoiding the now
Stuck on the devil's exploitation

As I travel through hell's alleys
I find a valley
Hiding the reality of my experience
Fog covering the dilapidated roof tops
I stop
To take a peek

Twist the key and turn the knob
I drop
Down the abyss of my sub consciousness
Landing a top
Cushions of insanity
All nicely arranged
As if they were expecting me

I burrow through the rage
And try to gauge
How far I've fallen
Again
Climbing my way out of another mental crash
The routine is starting to become familiar

I burrow through the fear
And try to hear
For footsteps chasing me
Crawling towards the escape routes
I gotta get out
But my odds are looking dismal