Ladies and gentlemen Fairytale Theater proudly presents LRoneous with the short, entitled Imaginarium Give him a round of applause [LRon] Thank you.. Im travelling, through lyrical parallels As my life spins like carousels Apparent hells werent apparent Til I chilled and dwelled in myself And melded the surreal with whats real Then I slipped into a quarter where no mortal man should follow now In this mindstate I cant be touched cause Im 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 cant wake up So I shake up, the courage to speak Who are you show your face? My names ??? 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 didnt, 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, Im Ali MDub, 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 cant 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 whys and whats 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 asswhup Perhaps anything couldve happened But that equations 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 its not a wise tale But a tale of the wise
voice, imaginarium, darkness, silence, image