Psychedelics_r_best
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 16, 2004
- Messages
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Something comes,
Somethings coming and what it is no one knows,
Something is rushing through the air and the snows,
Something flows in through the window and the rooms rather cold,
You better run, better run before you get captured and sold,
Something rushes snakelike towards your eyes,
Inside you feel the rupture of a glass full of flies,
They can not get out, They can not get out,
Better not shout or you’ll fill yourself full of doubt.
Something comes,
They tell you, they tell but you hear only lies,
I don’t know from where but you also hear drums,
From your mouth you can feel another voice mumbles,
“I’m hungry, I’ hungry” and the ground beneath you grumbles,
You run and you start but your mind only stumbles,
You cant seem to stand and your face is all bloody,
Your mind is all muddy and through your sore face,
You see not from where but there lingers some form of disgrace.
Something comes,
In a puddle and now running with fear,
A heart is beating but you don’t think its from here,
The world is dark and care for you no less than before,
The rising of the seas seems to transgress something more,
You’re drowning, you’re drowning and out stream the flies,
They want to escape, out they seep through your skin and your eyes,
There’s nothing to stop them, translucent skin and infinite skies.
Something comes,
Rather softly at first,
But soon it pounds louder, dries your throat and fills you with thirst,
Your brain is sloshing around inside your head as the waves carry you off to somewhere far ahead,
If you can drink in the sea perhaps you’ll be free, but I wouldn’t, if you were me,
Where would you be then that you aren’t just right now, floating here, worn out and drowned,
Flies all above the sky is all black, the blue sea below holds nothing more lack,
Something comes from far a below, a degress, a draining, a sound,
An empty closet, full of dust, an empty bathtub you’ve found,
Oh my, you’re bleeding, you just almost have drowned,
The faucet is bloody, your head aches and sores,
What happened here, but wait something more,
Something comes, something comes,
A silent slow creaking in the households floors,
A pound, pound, pound, pounding on the chamber doors.
Somethings coming and what it is no one knows,
Something is rushing through the air and the snows,
Something flows in through the window and the rooms rather cold,
You better run, better run before you get captured and sold,
Something rushes snakelike towards your eyes,
Inside you feel the rupture of a glass full of flies,
They can not get out, They can not get out,
Better not shout or you’ll fill yourself full of doubt.
Something comes,
They tell you, they tell but you hear only lies,
I don’t know from where but you also hear drums,
From your mouth you can feel another voice mumbles,
“I’m hungry, I’ hungry” and the ground beneath you grumbles,
You run and you start but your mind only stumbles,
You cant seem to stand and your face is all bloody,
Your mind is all muddy and through your sore face,
You see not from where but there lingers some form of disgrace.
Something comes,
In a puddle and now running with fear,
A heart is beating but you don’t think its from here,
The world is dark and care for you no less than before,
The rising of the seas seems to transgress something more,
You’re drowning, you’re drowning and out stream the flies,
They want to escape, out they seep through your skin and your eyes,
There’s nothing to stop them, translucent skin and infinite skies.
Something comes,
Rather softly at first,
But soon it pounds louder, dries your throat and fills you with thirst,
Your brain is sloshing around inside your head as the waves carry you off to somewhere far ahead,
If you can drink in the sea perhaps you’ll be free, but I wouldn’t, if you were me,
Where would you be then that you aren’t just right now, floating here, worn out and drowned,
Flies all above the sky is all black, the blue sea below holds nothing more lack,
Something comes from far a below, a degress, a draining, a sound,
An empty closet, full of dust, an empty bathtub you’ve found,
Oh my, you’re bleeding, you just almost have drowned,
The faucet is bloody, your head aches and sores,
What happened here, but wait something more,
Something comes, something comes,
A silent slow creaking in the households floors,
A pound, pound, pound, pounding on the chamber doors.
