Post by shironbarbaros on Oct 19, 2007 6:12:58 GMT 1
I havent been around as of late so maybe perhaps I can show some improvement since last i was here and posting like there was no tommarrow 
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Insanity is bleeding like glue from the face of a porcelin doll
broken in and fading,
madness,
my all.
always in my mind, always on my head
this piece of normal cloth whispers thoughts unto the dead.
The mad man who felt the whispers closing in threw all his life away
"embrace the creature to behold, but never let it stay..."
The Hat I wear day in, day out
it creates the feelings uncontrolled
never come to close my love
its starting to get cold.
The man before me had this Hat
it broke his fragile mind
he never could imagine
what he did for he was blind.
Both of us merely puppets unto the master man behind the mask
the Hat
the last.
It holds our imaginations
all thats inside of us
inside the folds of its creation
our humanity turns to dust.
Broken, blank, and lost our faces
behind the shadow of this Hat
our lives, our loves, our emotions
it overshadows all of that.
Not a glimpse at what we are can we see from neath the brim
it blinds us to ourselves
to our lives of past now dim.
We take on new meaning lead on by this cloth adorning our broken minds
it whispers voices in our heads
"leave your past, there is no present, there is not even time."
Noone else can see it
but when the hat falls from atop my head
a slit of wear and tear through time
opens in a grin.
Endless voids of deepness darkning
eyes of demon masters
a voice issues forth if upon the wind
as on the ground rain begins to splatter
"You are my servent, You are the Mad hatter..."
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Insanity is bleeding like glue from the face of a porcelin doll
broken in and fading,
madness,
my all.
always in my mind, always on my head
this piece of normal cloth whispers thoughts unto the dead.
The mad man who felt the whispers closing in threw all his life away
"embrace the creature to behold, but never let it stay..."
The Hat I wear day in, day out
it creates the feelings uncontrolled
never come to close my love
its starting to get cold.
The man before me had this Hat
it broke his fragile mind
he never could imagine
what he did for he was blind.
Both of us merely puppets unto the master man behind the mask
the Hat
the last.
It holds our imaginations
all thats inside of us
inside the folds of its creation
our humanity turns to dust.
Broken, blank, and lost our faces
behind the shadow of this Hat
our lives, our loves, our emotions
it overshadows all of that.
Not a glimpse at what we are can we see from neath the brim
it blinds us to ourselves
to our lives of past now dim.
We take on new meaning lead on by this cloth adorning our broken minds
it whispers voices in our heads
"leave your past, there is no present, there is not even time."
Noone else can see it
but when the hat falls from atop my head
a slit of wear and tear through time
opens in a grin.
Endless voids of deepness darkning
eyes of demon masters
a voice issues forth if upon the wind
as on the ground rain begins to splatter
"You are my servent, You are the Mad hatter..."