Out of Pod Experience

Woah, you hair just grew in an instant! What shampoo do you use ?

ZOMBIE ALARM!

Those lips would feel real good around my spongetube.

I'm never drinking again.

Oh god, I cant believe we did that! Round two?

Do you recall where it was inserted last night ?

Bend over I missed a bit

Much Madness is divinest Sense --
To a discerning Eye --
Much Sense--the starkest Madness --
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail --
Assent--and you are sane --
Demur--you're straightway dangerous --
And handled with a Chain --

I'm Trapped Inside My Own Mind -- Afraid To Open My Eyes, Cause Of What I'd Find And I Don't Want To Live Like This Anymore.

Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face
It's telling me I don't belong with the human race
He's askin me to join him, in eternal sleep
I give him my soul, my body he can keep
Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there
But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair
I'm staing at my body, I look as if I'm weak
So give me back my soul, my body you can keep

Sitting on my lawn, tt's just before dawn
I listen to the screaming, another life is gone
I'm playing with the children, children of the dead
My mother say's their evil, my daddy he gives a ****

Their eyeballs are bloody, their skin is ever pale
Their askin me to follow, I shall, I shall
They dress me as a clown, I'm screamin as a loon
We dance upon the cemetery, underneath the moon
Here I come there I go, I'm a night walker
I'm starin at you sleepin through your window like a stalker
I'm taping on the glass, I lick it with my tongue
I notice that the house is vacant, I'm starin at no one
I must of fell asleep, I woke up on the floor
Underneath the carpet, underneath the boards
I'm gaged with a dead rat, I lay for many weeks
The rat comes back to life, and is chewing on my cheeks

Mental Warp
My brain is gone, my brain is gone
say no more my brain is gone

Coming is my helper, tangling my brain
Somethings wery wrong I can't describe this pain
I'm calling for my mother, I'm crawling up the stairs
My mothers laughing at me, and she's been dead for years
I'm falling down the stair case, tumble to the floor
I land up in the attic, next to the cellar door
I'm play with the pigons, they tell me many lies
They tell me I'll have wings if I let them peck my eyes

I hear a womans voice calling from the dirt
I plat my little seed, and slowly she will spurt
And now she is a tree, I hear the heart pound
I take her in my arems, and we make love to the sound
The wind is my ebony blowing evil thoughts
Carrying the demons soring with the hearts
I put it in my body, the wind will bring the rain
Only lay it's demon egg, deep inside my brain
They're calling me a killer, I can't say that I'm not
My daddy's tried to kill me ever since I was a tot
By poisoning my bottle, I feed it to my friend
Cuz if he dies my buddy our friendship will never end
I'm sitting with the darkness, talking to the dark
It's singing lullabies, and stringing on the harp
I notice that the floor is warm and rather sick
It's cuz I'm sitting in my stomach

*gulp* M...Mommy ...

I'm a little tea pot, short and stout... this is my handle, SMASH THE TEA POT, IT'S EVIL! IT DOESN'T DESERVE TO LIVE DIE! DIE! DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


a song from deep within rises into the night air bringing with it the feelings
a flick of the wrist and it begins the spiral into the depths that few enter and even fewer can return
its the parts within that we deny viewing as it shows what we truly are the truth of our existence and what it means to be human what it means to be alive the truth of the dance that death has been leading us in since birth spiraling once more into the thoughts of one seeing the depths of darkness through the filters of light a poor hope of remaining intact as the world spins further into the darkness and the feeling spins with the darkness moving about a silent figure wrapped in the dance that fills the senses and spirit bringing beauty to what only can be used to kill love that binds blade to spirit and breaks ties to the earth that hold the darkness at bay simply dragging down the conscious blinding it with light that is false the dance continues and nothing is heard as the silent figure is wrapped in a darkness that none can feel yet all know
dance with me and death shall court us both dance with the shadows and i shall embrace you embrace the shadows and i shall slay thee as with a final flick of the wrist the darkness grinds to a sudden halt and the silent figure stands alone in the darkness of the fading night hoping that perhaps this day to come will bring with it a chance to break from the darkness and perhaps a chance to embrace not the light that others show him but the light as he sees in the deepest darkness that only can be found within thee truth of his soul

Have you ever lain in darkness, felt the shadows caress your face and see into a world you know you can never be a part of? Its comforting to remain in the darkness as it hides what is in the world and for that reason alone it is terrifying. To be lost from the world with the risk of never returning. To touch the shadows is an impossible task and so it seems to touch you as deeply as i would like to. I fear to do so for what it might cost me, and i fear to do so for the rebuke i might receive for such an attempt. So i sit in darkness and watch the silent moon cross the sky leading to a point in which darkness will be complete. I watch the fading light and know that in a short time i will be without any chance of light except for the blinding light of the sun. I dont want to be without the moons cool touch but i dont know how to reach for it. Tell me is this darkness to be my doom before the sun rises upon my flesh? I want the moon to stay high in the sky and cover me with its brilliance shelter me in its calm light. so gentle and guiding. To see it set and wait in that darkness is something i dont wish to do. I wish to remain at the edge of the shadows caressed without immersion. Tell me does the night hold such secret desires for you? Perhaps 'tis but the mad ramblings of a lost soul that i hear whispering to me upon the nights wind. In any case why do i find such truth in these ramblings? What is it that draws me to it despite any thought of understanding. I wish to know but will the cost of knowing be to wait in the darkness for the light of the sun? I often think upon what the suns caress will feel like, though burning the feeling of cleansing within would fill me with delight and joy for the brief moment before i find no return into the darkness i longed to avoid before. Dear sweet moonlight please dont leave me, you are all i have left. Your light is all that i find that remains caring to my soft touch. Such a desire burns within to stay within your light and yet......