Imaginarium

Thank you..

I'm travelling through lyrical parallels

as my life spins like carousels

Apparent hell's weren't apparent

til I chilled and dwelled in myself

And melded the surreal with what's real

Then I slipped into a quarter where no mortal man should follow now

in this mindstate I can't be touched cause I'm the master

But I massed around the shadows of darkness, where these images is

and voices, so many voices I feel trapped and had no choices

Then like when lights go dim, the shadows started moving in

like morphing darkness on the scene a dream from which I can't wake up

So I shake up, the courage to speak,

"Who are you show your face? My name's ???"

I felt weak, no one here replied, but I felt breathing

next to my shoulder, a panicked person once I felt it moving closer

And posed to, ball up in my shit

So I twist, turn and twist to get creating space

As my heartrate race beyond this normal pace the place becomes uneasy

and a voice breaks the silence, believe me

"Those that creeped in darkness, were heartless"

Time seemed to jerk

Somethin hit me from the side and didn't, hurt

but it spurked and sparked to kick some ass, a light showed

My eyes glowed

I saw a tattered broken man and clan of dirty dwellers

lookin old and pale, even the dark ones hale, well

the voice came nearer and the words sounded clearer

like a mirror image of mine, if a voice can cast reflections

Then I drowned myself in vibes, and tasted the inflection

Kinda like a soul connection.. yeah..

Then; my conciousness condensed, to a sense of shiftlessness

in the realm of which my wits pit anxiety

with variety of loose emotions fighting me

through heightened speeds of plethora

Fallin deep into dementia, which sent a chill to my vertabrae

Then a voice broke silence that I heard before

Like a nightmare during insomnia

Then a sihlouette cast over all of em

and this image appeared in my retina, he spoke

Said, "I'm Ali M'Dub, ruler of this place and caretaker

Now this may stray way WAY beyond the confines of your mind so,

listen Son, see..

we are the deepest reflections of your innerside

You can't hide from us"

Just then a voice shrieked in the, distance

as I thought to myself this, must be nuts

like Gulliver, talking bout Lilliput'

Clear cut from the smut, of why's and what's

Still drilled by the ills, stuck in this rut

but the feelings formed deep inside my gut

Then.. darkness pressed again

Now I suspened in sensation

My eyes traced that place in silence, pilin in information

"You are ours and we are yours," he spoke

My tribulations, formed a mental ass-whup

Perhaps anything could've happened

but that equation's unsolved

Well all as it may be

that voice decayed and frayed to a distant, memory see

In our world of reality, we cling to dreams as a form of -- hope

So this memoir of madness is actually.. the psychosis, of being dope

Imaginarium

See, in a nutshell it's not a wise tale

but a tale of the wise