Confused in this delusion the mind is an illusion,
A deceptive vine that thrives.
Spiraling & spinning yet nothing's moving.
This deliriums too deep deceitfully consuming.
It is what it isn't and not what it seems,
Giving back what it’s stolen,
Through nightmares disguised as dreams.
Tediously taunting your vicious demise
Wickedly resurrecting every fear that once died.
Whispering malicious desires,
Burning thoughts into your head,
Driving you to the edge of oblivion
Praying for death, yet never dead
Forcing a gun on your hand not to promote suicide,
A pathetic attempt to prevent and kill the other side.
Yet it cannot die without your own malady
But these subconscious demons are naive to this reality.
Deluded in the confusion
Perceiving déjà vu.