Iridescent and irregular
these stars I swear 

Beaming down
already dead 

Such a tease
you grave sites of universal tranquility

Reminders
of worlds obscure

Oh how the headless and heartless march on
A graceless group continuing through dawn
The truthful sun peeks out by rays of light
Revealing the lies hidden in shadows and plain sight
For not once did the headless slow down to ponder
Neither did the heartless question the urge to wander
Together these troops of pathetic clowns do miss
A reason for their parade of meaningless bliss

Make no mistake for the things you see creeping near can contort and create chaos for the disillusioned sight.

The narrow-minded rarely search their hearts for the answers that do not come easily.

I find myself beneath their double-edged swords in another world of lost senses and grim actuality.

Screaming for help with a mute shout.
Straining my eyes for the light I cannot find.
Crawling out of darkness with no hands.

Make no mistake for the brain can delude, dilute and decompose reality and consume you in the dead of night.

The free thinkers rarely look to reason and history for the answers that do not come easily.

I find myself alone, on another threshold, above their playground of misfits and mayhem.

For I am not who you think I am.
For I am not who you think I am.