My Psychotic Dream

\ - / sorry if it doesn't really make sense.. its been in my head for a long time and I jus needed release \ - /

A screaming halo of malice
Sitting across my face
Pinning my voice into the dark
Persuading death to burn out the disgrace

Cringing at blows striking out
Striking, falling, hurting, bent
In a ball, I lay there defeated
Demons holding down, the anger thats spent

Children are bleeding from their eyes
Pulling at their clothes, at their flesh
Broken glass cutting their feet
Images moving into a wired fence mesh

Mirror, staring, razor between my finger tips
Striking out, slicing the air, the night
Falling back, darkness, pillows are wet
Tears are falling, where is the light?

Veils of hatred fall across eyes
Children pulling me back
Mirror reflecting the carnage that is around
Gathered together in the black

Hands out ready, clutch into the desolation
Make no contact, manage no silence
Fretting, screeching, wishing, nothing
No no no! Where is the violence?

Maimed and destroyed, I am not of here
What is the meaning if not this insolence?
Where as I suffer not by these images
But my psychotic dreams in the silence