thejackal

Dissectional (the surfacing)
Another dimension towards dementia
And all those things I could not mention
Have redefined the great extensions
On the outside, deep within
The expectation of new sensations
Redefined my education
On the outside looking in

~Burn the page to write to write the book
Find the words in ash and soot
Looking in and looking through
Within me and without you

I suffer from my introspection
A case of chronic self-dissection
On a table, in different sections
Each a factor of the whole
In those sections, voids are surfacing
Such great flaws in my philosophies
Sins, mistakes, holes and fallacies
Fractures in the mind, gashes of the soul

~Strike the vein, start anew
A drop of red in a sea of blue
Within me and without you
Looking in, I'm looking through

From my arms hang strange suspensions
To control the things I would not sanction
Undefined by my good intentions
I'm lost between two dimensions
Taken in the wrong direction
This was of my own selection
What you could call a social infection

~Cut the limb and eat the fruit
Take what you need and drain the root
I'm looking in and looking through
All within me and without you

Put me back together
I've fallen from my wall
Take me back piece by piece
Would you listen if I called?
My kingdom, it has crumbled
Because in my thoughts, I have stumbled
But now I will be humbled
Or we'll all go under

~I've lost the trees,
I've lost the fruit
My hands are covered in ash and soot
Without us yet within the two
Who haven't looked nor found the truth