Patterns of insanity Echoing the same skewed concept in your twisted perception Becoming more plausible with every succession Infinitely decaying your common sense Until there is a speck left of you Rendering you unstable and inefficient The gravity of your grief; your inner disarray Crushes those around and close to you Leaving thee, secluded, fragile and vulnerable All that's left is for someone to light the tinderbox And the blaze shall come erupting out Truly creating agony for those you desire Infinitely scorching and traumatising them psychologically Even worse, resulting you, to exhaust the last of your philosophy The darkness has, beyond steadily seeped in The conclusive ray of light, has undoubtedly vanished For all eternity