Friday, January 27, 2017

Confusion



My confusion diffusion
A fusion of reality and illusion
Meditate to untie the knots
And reveal my loving thoughts
But the speech becomes bleak
In the moments when I speak
Fear my inner contradiction
Wack pattern, no prediction
Feeds sorrow, mess, affliction
As the fondling feels like friction
Posture came across as cynic
When it's just schizophrenic
Struggling, falling to my knees
With the me and the anti-me's
And the plans that I engage in this mirage
Trick myself and sabotage
I can never see the turn
Wake up, open-eyes, I burn
Where am I? I have been lost
To meet her needs at any cost
She's a ghost
I'm the host
And she comes and takes my body
Tainting me for everybody
Intense is the grief to bear
Switching cold and warm, unaware
Up and down
Round and round
Disgust and lust
The own me, I can not trust
All her methods are so evil
Shady, dark, and medieval
Saves in a deep hole
All the secrets that she stole
The abjection, stimulative
The rejection, manipulative
Drill and fill
Before the kill
Killing with a lovely kiss
Gets her right through my miss
Mass-murder to redeem
Bloody hands raising esteem
Feast your soreness to vomit it back
Then I lay down on my back
Desperate I regret
As her sins become my debt
I'm the keeper, she's the threat
The reasoning, crazy
The sanity, lazy
Escaping subtly through the border
Personal spy, thought disorder

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