The Hallways

I'm walking ever so carefully down a fully loaded hallway
Dreams of moon drippings slipping through my toes like mud
The diamond that's stuck in my eye scratches a bit but don't
I can feel every step I take driving nails deeper and deeper in
And the core of my being osculating like a yolk inside an egg
It feels like I stub a different toe with the next step, but not

I'm lost in these hallways, mutilating myself unintentionally
My existence is within these walls, confined and weeping daily
Deeper in I withdraw, whirling inside myself to attempt an escape
To retreat from the demons of this life that provoke me deeper
I should have stuck to my roots, my place of strength, my home
Yet here I am, springing down the depths of an impossible reality

Its dark, but I only realize this through my memories of cartoon life
My yolk is leaking out a bit as I lose my mind through dreams
Taking over my being, they prevent my circadian from self actualization
With the moon as my only stability, it drives me like a machine
This is what I am subject too? this cannot be what life is meant to be
What existence is, and if it is, then I want no part of this life

A ray of light blinds me, it burns as I havn't seen light in years
Creaking of a enormous door, materialized while I least expect it
She pushes it in, provoking me to step out, and I am willing
My strength through this life is now summoned from my soul to act
Trials of integrity, like adrenaline, boosts my natural virgin reality
To have this drawn from me, the feeling unreal, is to love

Thoughts from 8/7/11

It was the kind of day where you stub the same toe what seems like a hundred times. I had a cold chill that i couldnt shake off and a blue spot on my heart. Sitting alone for 44.4 minutes, i contemplated the value of modern existence. I held my breathe to prevent my weeping from the implications of what it ment for my own life. "Humans are not supposed to live this way." I say to myself. The constant reinforcement and following beating for the same action. Leaving me in a perpetual state of confusion, depressed about how life is these days. To what higher level can i attain? To what level am i imagining this? To what extent do i just want a more purposeful life to be the norm? Crying silently to myself, aided only by Floyd, I drift through thoughts and conclude that the only way to be happy is to love. For love is the great distracter of everything else that is shitty in this world.