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Silent echoing
The place, this head
Home of the brain
That darkened mass of nothings, everything
Where the communication of the body is processed
Thoughts, thinking
Chemicals, balance, action, reaction
Boom, boom, boom
A silent echoing, pulsing, pounding
A wretched place we call the head
Where all thoughts are plotted out
Thoughts of murder, of mayhem
Envy, jealousy; even rage
Goodness is engulfed with flames
The wanting, never ending
Time, gripping like a vise
Squeezing the truth that we are something
That we are amounted
What we hold in our hands
Pound, pound, pound
The temples, pulsing to the bass clef
Agonizing the stress of more
Never ending, wanting, feeding the mind like a parasite
Eyes, those villainous little things
Relying on seeing one way
Betrayers of life
Like a fish, after a shiny lure
The big reaction
Chasing those fancy frivolous ideas
The battle of life
Pleasurable feelings
Bring forth thy shit, place it inside
Feed on flakiness, in utter delight
Be the provender
Always devouring fodder
Like a junkie scrounging
For a fix
Always wanting more
These eyes, fucking betrayers
Sackers of lives
Projected persuasion perceives
Brain feels the need
Chemicals releasing
For that short, little, soaring
Relieving a false stress
Eloquently conceived in the mind
Elevating heightened senses
The want, the prison
Caged to desires
Enslaved, captured
It’s real for what is fake
Boom, boom, boom
That was a shot
Pounding, enough to drive insane
Life, the walk, taken so long
Too damn short the distance
Like the blind, walking a block
Stumbling lonely in the dark
Never really knowing where they’re going
Just going without living
Without experiencing life
Till ending, then, its fully known
Life inside the mind