My Psychotics pt-2

Open upon my morning light,

the sun was not so real.....

open upon the grave of lies,

the rain was like my tears....

This wasn't how it always was,

Once............,I had a dream.....

Once I had a chance to live,

to love and forgive.

Incipitness and my incarious soul,

which was once, set free......

is now chained, pound and moribound...

and there's no one but me.

chained,my time,lost,paramore....

parasites feeding on me......

I am bleeding......and will bleed, forevermore,

till u set me free...............