There is a revolution,
going on in my brain.
A battle
between the thoughts and the feelings
of misinterpreted events and actions
in reality, and state of mind.
Formed by the basic movements,
and uncategorized pattern of the uneven rhythms of your heart beat.
The fluctuating flaming bullets,
of these things that are called words,
coming from a loaded shotgun,
called your brain.
Thoughts gather,
to revolt against the army,
of ample lies
that have taken control of the whole battlefield.
While the truth is overpowered by the lies marching towards them wearing a suit of armor,
but have a very sharp sword
to stab them in the back.
If this was a real battle,
there would be bloodshed
and tears
and torn apart realizations of a reality,
that isn't even there.
Perceptions coming from those who don't exist,
and from those who don't want to.
The hills they march over with the smoking guns
and ammunition, are getting higher and rockier and bumpier,
and the truth can't get past to the other side to attack the lies
But they are already too late,
there are are,
the truth is blindsided,
lies hidden inside bodies and behind friendships
until you are deceived by the actions of the moment and all of a sudden
BAM
A bullet fires out of that shotgun

The lies will eventually overpower the truth,
leaving it to bleed out on the battlefield called life,
which will soon become the final resting place.
The revolution, has been lost.