Limbic

Limbic
By Completely Inadequate

[C.I.]
Can someone get this ghost out of my machine?
It keeps fogging up my dreams and making choices I don't see
Dualism; is it me? Or is it discrepancy?
It's the concepts of mind that makes us all feel Completely...
Inadequate, I’m out of it, I bound to quit
Im average, back to back packs of my silly habit again
Stumbling towards the end, its the journey, not the dent
Don't think of money spent Or at least try to play pretend?
What's keeping me all content?
Live freely but won't defend?
And I’ll humbly condescend
Till I suddenly comprehend
That you and I, will never die, until I say we say we can
Immortalized by family ties and those shaken hands

Hell

Is other people
Living life through a Peep - Hole
There’s no good inside this evil
Will we ever get a sequel?
Knowing so can't be peaceful
Like the souls of the deceitful
Every human is my equal
So then, why, do I feel, so fucking feeble?

I'll never know

I’ll never know, what's in of your frontal lobe
I’ll never show, where the hell am I even suppose to go?
When your heart is at your home, But your home was split in two
When you’ve traveled all alone, with the lies that they spewed
But who are you? And who am I? Am I ever satisfied?
Can we go outside without us wearing a disguise?
I tend to hide, attentive hive, where's my steady 10 to 5?
Can’t identify why I’m intrinsically shy

Easily upset
Change the subject
What’s next? I thought I could forget the past tense
A constant absence
​lack of traction
Unforgettable fragments
Why’d this even have to happen?
Someone let me off this stupid contraption
When will I finally step in and take some action?
Getting sick of asking, whens my go at relaxing?
Identity is cracking, limbic system crashing…

-[C.I.]