grasping for straws, illusions to believe in
ideas and promises permeate brains, acid for the masses
convictions run circles, like a neverending k-hole to surface
ecstasy in your ephemeral truths, then sobering contradictions arise
can't help but wonder if there exist solutions to the Dread lest you disappear
still, yet human, like a child in the womb or a corpse in the coffin
biology is a burden - itchy eyes, congested skull, tired muscles
i live on despite the constant fears that create this confusion
slowly i've succumbed to a self imposed prison