Twisted Psychosis
By: Eric Joseph Goetz
This is the beginning of the unconscious subconscious conscious dreams that a young woman has while she's sound asleep yet wide awake in her own nightmares. As her eyes grow cold from a chilled death here's how it started deep within her twisted psychosis. Dark world without words twisted by light. Why cant the world be filled with fear? Fear of shadows filled in your dreams. Dreams of lust with those grown cold. Cold winds blown an icy chill up your spine. Spine of rose thorns showing your blood. Blood dripping from an endless sea fading from me. Torn from a dead icy glare angry you stare. Staring from your darkened soul seeking your memories. Memories from a dead past, a past strangled with shadows and fear. Fear of the world that time and society has caused. Cause is as twisted in itself a being so cold. Cold as the last breath, staleness from your chest. Aroused and treated like a fool without a soul. Soul so dark and evil twisted like your spine.
Dark world faded in dreams as you sleep. Open your eyes and watch for shadows from behind. Behind these walls your fear ridden words talk. Talk of how life has taken its toll and your soul!
Your soul blackened by anger and hate. Hate that's commiserated everything that's been said and done. An anger that wont let go, so hard to control. Controlling adversity growing in yourself.
Selfish you are as everything you've taken for granted. Granted spills full of cheap thrills.
Thrills as a ride taken slow to hell. Hell that you can taste from the pit. Pit of your subconscious realm vanquished.
Eternal flame of your past burning so you cant let go. Arousal as you lay there naked waiting, waiting. The blade plummets your chest infecting itself. Sweat pours from your mates face his soul you take. Taken in vain from misery and pain.
Dark world of an undying maiden from her grave. Shackled and chained she cant break free. Free like life use to be undead loved and lost. Fear succumbs you now fear of life of living through shadows of black giving pleasure. Atop the picture of color driving pain farther. Farther inside your blood filled chest. Ripped open by thorns shredded by words. Words that were never said directly to, but to walls - walls that cant feel or talk. Antisocial has become your trait and your fate. Staleness as your flesh grows pale frozen white. White as ghosts you've become unfed of blood. Blood of a rose that's ripped you before. Ripping at your fears deeper than before. Writhing in sleep hoping for an end, end of darkness end of suffering. Suffering from your hurt your pain and looking in your grave, looking for comfort and sanction a place to breathe. Its hard when air cant escape your lungs.
Dark world with twists and turns lost to you. Lost to myths and facts found in your dreams.
Dreams forbidden sins waiting in your sleep. Dawn wont come it never does you're stuck. Stuck in your own land of pain and torment. Torment of non-existing shadows feeding on screams.
Screams echoing and yet unheard, louder the more muffled you sound. Sound from shadows laughing at your pain. Pain torn by your sensuality and blood. Blood spilled out of anger from your eyes, eyes of fire burning from rage. Rage of a psycho who cant feel what's real. Reality what is it , what can it be?
Be one in your dream can you see it believe it. It is in your drunken blood, blood that's swallowed in enjoyment as you moan.