In My Head (Extremely edited version)

The ten drawings on the fragile, limping walls...
The blank papers on the floor
That one door?

Dead-fall.


The broken light-bulbs in the nothing
The existence they once held
It's solely in your head

Haunting.


The sickness in your perishing heart.
Assembling cruel syndrome
Killed with wicked venom

Stagnant.


Like the veil of an ill-disposed bride
Blankness falls over your thoughts
It's all scratched out

Petrified.


Ha Ha Ha
They disappear between your lips.

Your soul rots with every laugh.

Digs away your dreams.

Slowly eats your tongue.

HA!
Sounds like...one messed up fairytale