Crossroads

Endless corridors lie before me Walk in circles The doors forlorning Permanent, irreversible cessation Birthing of an innocent creation A disorder, conformer, ilicit paranoia Disorder, conformer, ilicit paranoia (Superstitions of thoughts) that regress me to my former Obsessive, compulsive, my brothers in arms (But when it all comes down, will they still cause me harm?) Excessive disposition As my head becomes my prison (I search for strength to keep on living) But the weight continues giving Thinking's too much so I lay down to sleep Paralysed by the seat this black has placed on me (Light comes) I wake up and 'what if' until my brain is numb (Numb, numb) It may look like still waters on the outside (But theres a hurricane) Stirring in my mind If I have to take a pill to be myself That's not me That's someone else That's someone else That's someone else That's someone else