One in a series of poems titled 'State of Mind'. |
This unruly Unclean Epiphany Of my random thoughts Bringing to me The anarchy Of this state of mind Where what I find Is not mine But the collective thoughts Of those around me And I see That none is true When fallacies are subdued To this solitude Where honesty Rains supreme And truths are false In midnights waltz Of this black abyss Where none amiss And order rules in chaos And the organized Anarchy That blinds my eyes So I cant see The only thing That is for sure Is the fallacies And thoughts obscene This unruly Unclean Epiphany Of random thoughts Bringing to me An abject sense of being That I cant see I hear it call But I cant find This abyss of my mind Clinging to the bound All thoughts around Falling in To this thing That clouds my senses And calls to me This blackness That controls My being What can I do In this state of mind Were all is lost And fallacies bound To what I found An obscene sense Of anarchy This unruly Unclean Epiphany Of random thoughts Bringing to me A silent reassurance That all is well While trapped in hell I must believe These lies of deceit So f***ing obscene I cant think This organized anarchy Clouding my senses I must break free Of this obscene Epiphany Of fallacies That clings to me And again it calls But I mustn’t falter This black alter That brings to me This godforsaken Reality Inevitably To damn obscene To recite My fury foreseen And undeserving of this Fallacious empathy So unruly and unclean I must break free Of that which calls to me This blackened sense Of my fallacious epiphany |