The Accent of Death, The Fine Line between Madness, To Find the Insane and The Untouchable Creatures
(The Voice that Talks to a Killer Inside His Head)
The mind bridges the gap between the sane and the insane.
What eats the brain into submission that takes over its transgressions,
cutting off the transmissions which raises the questions?
What makes friction between the skull and the spine, makes the picture clearer inside, deep where things hide a shatter of diamonds, a prism of thoughts, and a tunnel of hallucinations that clamber times walls?
Bridges between realities.
Bridges between ones fantasies.
Bridges burnt down by pure insanity.
Bridges from right to left to let them tell you who you are.
Is there a bridge to clarity?
Is there a color for every mood?
Don’t be the one who creates the gap; be the bridge to clarity.
Show them all who you really are. Toil with them; leave them clues.
You are immortal; no one can stop you.
There will be no one before you, and there will be no one after you
who can cheat death like you do.
Go ahead; take the hand of demise, and watch y…