But The Breathing Never Stops

But the breathing never stops. I swear night time is not enough. To shield me from the lies in circumspect of the unholy nature of the dream I long felt deceased. Live in insulation. Bone structure becomes apparent. Trade secrets are all that are made inside this lost patrol where everyone loses all control. Unfashionable victim for the valley parade. I meet you again inside my head and I don't want you to be there anymore. You certainly didn't want me but I can't hold back anymore.

But the breathing never stops. It's funny how I'm still alive. It's a wonder how everything just moves along and I'm continuing to run with it but every now and then you see the victim playing closing doors inside the arena. And it's always the same. Such an insular world. Bloody minded projections and I hope to see centre stage with her. But it's not the same. Not because of her and not because of you. Fallen victims to the bleeding hearts. Such an insular world. Wonder where they take me when I go mad?

But the breathing never stops. Sometimes it takes in diseases and never cares who it pleases. The national landscape in the insular mind. Ask questions that have no answers. I feel lucky to be alive to be dead. Planet Limbo is just waiting for us all but we already live it here on Earth. Catch a cold yet we can catch a death out there. News channels make it very reassuring. Enter the code to receive transmission. We are awaiting for your submission.