Felt the pretense behind closed eyes,
  composed vibrations of rhetoric              
   freelancing in executing ignis fatuus

drank the kool-aid of your own grandeur
   a punch drunk conviction's onus
   in false pretenses of a  mislead head trip

a study in contradiction's convulsions
    simmered of half past lucid judgement,
   junctures of reality submersed
      in cloudy formations
        impervious to reasoning*

...a saga written upon piqued skies of indifference

Red...
There's so much red.
Swirling around my toes,
Running through my fingers,
Staining my hands,
Dripping down my face.
Dying my hair red turns my shower into a ****** scene.

You pull yourself away
And drag everybody along
Along the road of misery and misleadingness
Some know it's all your lies
Some know it's all your mask
But wait a little longer, the light is creaking in
For the mask is pealing off and the devil is revealing
And the time will come, when everyone will see
The true face of the misleading