extreme cases

empty my veins for a majestic funeral
wound everytime to elevate
leave me be a tale of weak mind

the seeds of that extreme thoughts
grows up as the trust on mortality
that must be the brave of a suicider

i judge the feelings to carry on
how i could be more than that
a splending gift to recall myself

within the times moon light my imagination
all my reflections calm down, and muse...
an absolute transpass to other divisions
trance sleep, eyes focus far away
mere logic, communication with unknown

cure my psychosis...

i am the schizophrenic, out of norms
losing my neurons for empty cases
sending the seconds to unreal sights

i am the extreme out of myself
searching a way to undercontrol
all the functions in me cracked

no more life for me...