Twisted

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’s died.

Whispering malicious desires,

Burning thoughts into your head,

Driving you to the edge of oblivion

Praying for death, yet never dead.

Forcing the gun on your hand

Not to promote suicide,

A pathetic attempt, to prevent

And kill the other side.

It cannot die,

Without your own malady

But these subconscious demons

Are naive to this reality.

Deluded in the confusion

Perceiving déjà vu