Dont_Call_Me
Bluelighter
The morning greets me by
prying open my clouded eyelids,
waking to the mind warping
realism of a gyroscopic headfuck,
eating into my subconcious
until i'm angered enough to
rise and brave another routine day
and fight for what I think is and
what I hope is self induced sanity
in this morally corupt and
spiritually inadequate reality
that is my life.
prying open my clouded eyelids,
waking to the mind warping
realism of a gyroscopic headfuck,
eating into my subconcious
until i'm angered enough to
rise and brave another routine day
and fight for what I think is and
what I hope is self induced sanity
in this morally corupt and
spiritually inadequate reality
that is my life.
