Welcome to my oxymoronic world of pain

A world where truth and lies are for the insane

Like driftwood on the shores of my foggy life

I've drifted not knowing truly who or what I am

I find refuge in things of other irrelevance

For in the darkest dept of my volatile mind

Everything is clearer and more beautiful than a sunny day



Ponder and ponder, dable in my dementia

Equate and balance theories that never were



And I ponder and ponder my loquent animisity

The two halfs now become one, everything makes sense

But I am sill confined, I must acomplish my task

My companions aid me and tell me what to do



I now know what I must do (I do too)

I lash out declaring war and vengance

The driftwood is now engulfed by a raging sea



Everything now swallowed by black

Serity calms my rage

My head filled with inexplicable knowledge



A fragrance of mountain air now polinates my vibrant senses

I ponder and ponder my perhaps next subjugating attack

For in the realm of madness everything is relative

In solitude I will remain for ever more