Some people may think,
That what they think is true.
But opinions are like onions,
They have layers within' themselves.
What they believe reflects the flawless overlay,
But what really is underneath is the putrid truth.
Growing ever-more pungent with each revealed fallacy.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
Vivid flashes barrage my sight,
Down in bed as day turns to night.
Across a plain of no logic nor reason,
Slandered mentality of pseudo'd treason.
Risky thought and reckless decision,
Bear no mind to glamored vision.
No smithing of word may ever describe,
The amorphous pictures I may imbibe.
Pulsating images dot the land before me,
No explanation of the enigmatic mystery.
Symbolic representation of formless creatures,
Celestial silhouettes of their physical features.
At last, a reason, to the madness that surrounds,
To why I'm trapped in my sleepless grounds.
Awake with a start and a startled gasp,
Back to reality where I shall live at last.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC