Oblivion

Angery well armed angels aiming at my apathy
Your twisted towers of entitlement tumble down on top of me
Twilight sparkles on twisting time
And none of the paths are clear
Silence is creeping in on me
Closer and closer I fear
Slowly sliding into selfish solitude
My messed up misshapen malformed morals molding drastically inside of me
Everything looks the same but nothing feels real anymore
Am I laying in my bed
Or buried benieth the floor?
Is that my sweet shining smiling savior
Merciful Oblivion knocking at my door?
Players pick up your pieces, masters take off the leashes the fabric is shaking out it's own creases
This confusing chaos of consciousness will run through the reel no more