Twisted

Confused in this delusion,
The mind is an illusion,
A deceptive vine that thrives.

Spiraling & spinning yet nothing's moving.
This deliriums too deep,
Deceitfully consuming.
It is what it isn't and not what it seems,
Giving back what it’s stolen,
Through nightmares disguised as dreams.

Tediously taunting your vicious demise
Wickedly resurrecting every fear that once died.
Whispering malicious desires,
Burning thoughts into your head,
Driving you to the edge of oblivion
Praying for death, yet never dead
.
Forcing the gun on your hand
Not to promote suicide,
A pathetic attempt,
to prevent and kill the other side.

It cannot die,
Without your own malady
But these subconscious demons
Are naïve to this reality.
Deluded in the confusion
Perceiving déjà vu.