These words that I utter free tension where butterflies fluttered;
they now dive with death below our lower hemisphere.
My words float on deaf ears, falling trough cracks of mental inability.
Lack of knowledge encourages loss of knowledge.
Emotionally confused to the point of delusion, and perversity you accept because your own evils.
Trapped in this mental box battered over and over again.
Your natural reflexes are replaced with learned environmental response.
Where a person finds truth in intersecting thoughts, and this traffic of the mind is your controlled chaos. Some memories feed paranoia, and aggression feed hysteria, then my reaction is out of...
These driven memories collide because they don’t coincide with the happiness of our hearts which help balances life.
What is your manifested delirium?
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