Nothings what it seems, delayed perception contridicts and drains reality,
Time blends together, its hard to decipher indifference from normality,
You can’t trust your instinct, eyes, much less intutition,
After so long all that’s left of you is your pessimistic disposition.
Peering into the shadows reveals the negative, the sick, the twisted distortions of the unforbidden,
Filtering my every word and action so as not to reveal what’s real, behind myself I will remain anonymously hidden,
Sharing only leads to darkness, so we must portray everything as a deniable illusion,
That way those who hope to weaken us with learning get nothing but delusion.
Maybe we’re better off living life in fear, threatened by each reflection, visage, and manifestation,
For all the unanswered questions, troubled thoughts, disturbed concepts, and not to mention the suffering grief, and tears, we’ll never find desirable salvation,
But to me the balance of the virtuous and diabolic won’t ever be even,
Confusion so disarry, amiss or righteous, morals contradicting intutitive conscience make it impossible to find something, anything, to believe in.
Questions that arouse curiousity provoke the apathy you can’t escape from,
Perceptual illusions could our lives, drenching us in the pandemonium we succumb,
Never forget that nothing comes revealed, perfectly deciphered and disclosed,
Illusions mold us into the formation of who we seem to be but never who we are, remember its easier to maintain vantage when your less exposed.