Accepting my cluelessness

Trustworthy, 100% trustworthy
Resists not helping friends
Uncommon personality
Extraordinary sense of humor

Feared by enemies
Random when needed
Insane, but not asylum insane
Even through hard times understanding
Never thought as 'pure'
D**etermined, at times

The air is thick, my thoughts like putty.
                             Can't sort through the tangle of displaced dreams.
                           These lingering flies of memories long past continue to patronize me.
                             My mind is the fuzz of the television screen, the crowded room, the vibrating drums.
                                   Every ounce of my energy is wasted on the pestilence that rakes my eyes.
                                Each moment I come to the realization that time is an illusion, I feel the piercing gaze of Medusa in my heart.
        It skips the torture of ripping at my flesh and instead proceeds to lick the numbness right through the fibers of my skin.
         There's this funny little feline that uses me as her ball of yarn that, quite honestly, I've grown tired of.
  I don't know what it is to be confident in what I believe in at this point,
       because it is a foreign term, one determined to strangle me to the point of wintry solitude.

D etermined To Eradicate His
    Antagonistic Psychosis, The Bane
    Of His Post-Last-War Existence, He
E mbarked On His Campaign, Less A
    Scripted Strategy, Less Armament,
    and Less Allies About His Flanks.
S he Not Only Emerged As His
    Struggle's Armistice, The Indefinite
    End To Combat, But Also As The
I mpetus Enlightening The Conflict's
    Necessity, Verified Justification, The
    "Casus Belli."
R elative To One Another,
    Omnipresent Memories Of Her
    Love And Realization Of His Valor
E mpowered Him To Accept Nothing
    Shy of Defeat From His Adversary,
    Traumatic Stress, For His Cause,
    A Forever With Her.