The choice you are about to make Stranger things come in stranger numbers Odds and even eleven to two 1111 Even the score something stranger then b horror movie , Stabbing slashing your way out of someone’s nightmare Tearing at seems ripping apart dreams Once dreamt from a confused hallucination Of an LSD regulated dream In the shadows you find yourself In the darkest spaces in space you can only hear your own screams Your mouth tries to scream but mouth is invisible shut, but your eyes are wide screaming Praying and prying your way out of your personal hell A landscape of surreal mindset of the creator that created it A brush that once painted with paint Now paints of blood and torment that artist creates through his spiraling deception, of desperation of perfection To connect, to connect the lines and patterns Praying for a shaman create a elixir To wake you from your b horror movie Not seeing the string attached and green screen masking Where masks for perfect protection Of vergos perfection Protection of the shadows that you cast down stand in cast in handicapped position you try to hold Hold on to trying not to loose grip, while masking yourself falling into the shadow Self While complaining about the extra weight That you choose to take without knowing you are the one holding the weight While not feeling your own numbness That you can not count on fingerless fingers The act of knowing without knowing Kram another book down your throat hoping the letters don’t cut you way down Choking on the verbs and constant Spitting syllables and adjectives Yeah, your Tower of illusion crumbing down to ground zero Tower of illusion crumbing down to ground zero Tower of illusion crumbing down to ground Zero Wake up