Morph

I look out from these dirty windows
When the whole place burns a fire at night
Sparking uo feelings from deep within
My head is a bell
Sounds waiting forchange resound
Piercingly through the cool metal
Shell that encases precious emotions

A feedback of one thousandscreaming voices
Offer some hope for the future
When the choir fades to nothing
I hurt and looking for a new
Way of understanding

Eternal conflicts within the mind
Tormented psycho creates its own hell
Stoned agony in the bath of pain
transcending my constant abstinence
Abstract painting painted in my head
Im spouting clotted blood
The grave is my only goal
No comfort for fucking ID

Ill wreak my havoc upon outside world
Fighting with immortal enemies in my mind