Lost in the Illness
The dense jungle is just a metaphor of my mind. It's shrouded,
I can’t see ahead or make a decision everything is clouded,
I’ve been runnin for miles but no escape from the voices,
My names being called but i cant explain all my choices
I must be connected, it's something hereditary,
They've been pulling me in and it's not discretionary
So what is this confusion? I'm not thinkin clear,
And my actions have taken me to place that's bringin fear
I huddle up, hands on head. lets focus,
As i dwell on my thoughts, my head opens,
Yet i feel twisted w/o my neck broken,
But 'hear' i am, surrounded by the power, with explosions of emotions
What's that? Hands slidin down the glass, the sound of pain & sorrow,
What have i done? I've brought upon some sort of heinous quarrel,
I use my mind to shut the doors behind me,
The fog still blocks any sight, so i'm in here blindly
At least i got the comfort of an enclosed space,
I'm begininn to learn to control in this remote place
But when darkness settles in, the walls fade in like i'm imprisoned in dungeons,
However, amongst these feelins i still feel like i'm conditioned for something
The voices and racquet have subsided, but now i'm havin hallucinations,
I feel the land beneath my feet fall in, it's a whole new invasion
The doors open behind me, i shudder in fear,
...A lone figure, lookin deep in to my soul, sensin the sufferin here
Then, a sudden sense of comfort, no more destructive twists like a tornado,
When i look back, this figure got a lords halo
When the figure began to talk, his voice echoed as he mentioned don't "get so edgy bud,
these delusional ideologies are just symptoms of schizophrenia"
It all makes sense, fear isn’t needed. I just had to acknowledge that I’m in need for some treatment.