Most of these are a few years old at least. I just wanted to clean up and consolidate my accounts to make it easier to deal with everything.
Barred off windows, long cold halls,
Trapped inside these concrete walls.
I can't get out. You can't get in,
The tremors underneath my skin.
They take my strength, all my control,
I see the innocence they stole.
I see their faces; I see their corpse,
Its all goes dark and then it warps.
We're in the fields; we're in the trees,
The seizures drag me to my knees.
Ceramic tiles, bathroom floor,
My mind goes back to torture more.
The pills are scattered all around,
Down the long cold halls they pound.
Leather boots, right left right,
Down to where there is no light.
Monsters in the basement screaming,
Wake me up I must be dreaming.
The shaking slowly start to cease,
The memories gone and I'm at peace.
I scoop the capsules off the floor,
Someone's knocking on the door,
I'll be right out I call through wood,
Forever alone, misunderstood.
Until convulsions drag me back for more,
I am free from Manticore.