Im more looped than a knot.
Im a convoluted, twisted, and contorted thought.
Searching seemlessly for sun among skies filled with falling sleet,
I feel it come down, freeze below my feet.
Thoughts are a reckless train,
riding hellbound, departing from the brain.
Unveiling the mask I recognize,
I am blind as I see through my own eyes.
A fleeting, passive stare,
fades like smoke exhaled into air.
The smoke rides the furious winds that blow,
embarking on a journey, pace never to slow.
Swiftly sailing by,
revelations pass at the blink of an eye.
Sand storms sift a simple mind,
stripping humanity, sanity is left behind.
My detatchment from reality inhibits my morality,
bringing in question my mortality.
Friend or foe, the truth always shows, invoking a chilling blow, or emitting a radiant glow.
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