Mental Hunger

                                               Mental Hunger

                                    (Written by: Chris Romero)

Our teeth are like daggers that demolish already torn apart flesh

Why are there enormous creatures swimming in our own abyss

Is the enigmatic ocean harboring some type of long lost treasure chest?

Ideas and notions consume my thought patterns, a determent from bliss

Under the shadow of my other personality I have imprisoned my soul

My silence can no longer harbor these thoughts in this land of ancient riddles

The constant search for new and higher powers consumes and then takes control

I look for the world’s inner most desire, a poison that leaked out of the middle

Portion of this haunted land, filled with ghosts, diseases and chaos

How is it then you want us to live and love, I say we must rebel at any cost

Reality is stolen from those passive enough to give in

People watch others, and they vicariously use this as an escape

Seduced by flesh, we were practically raised in sin

No morals and no dilemmas, it’s a diorama for an approaching passing fate

My own mind has always been my own worst enemy

We have argued with each other since the days of gray

What’s passed this night, I need to know sincerely

What must I have to do to ensure a legitimacy to play?

One night seems so empty until you glance upon the moon

The empty and hollow face that lights the nights stay

The last and final resting place to mark the ascending days of June.

Although the summer is here and warm

One day we will be in our graves,

Deceased withered and worn