The White Light - Psyopus

I can see my face inside your eyes

Cold black prying into my mind

They're holding my thoughts

Don't let me think wrongly

They'll know all my weaknesses

Now it's too late

I'm mentally broken

The torture begins as they lengthen my skin

Empty stomach pumped with fluid

Eyeballs gouged with sharpened needles rubber blankets soaked in water

Covering my hollow soul

Covering my soul

I

Am

Pain

The white light is piercing through my brain

Crystals gleaming sterile metal so cold on my skin

This cannot be happening

Am I dreaming

Am I dreaming

Am I dreaming

Am I dreaming

Am I dreaming

This cannot be real

Someone please wake me up from this twisted nightmare

Wake me from this dream

Hallucination

Mental war with the mind

Discombobulated visions and thoughts trapped inside the mind

I own

Trapped inside the mind I own the white light

The white light