Man, I'm going to get slaughtered
I stare as the waves break softly on the silhouetted shores
Reminiscing about the way things used to be, when we thrived
We used to get along cordially, it was a comfort all shared
Now I only contemplate the divorce offered by that pile of knives
Your delusions are my reality, and it’s impossible to cope
With the conflict presented by these splitting minds
The war in my head thunders, pounding me into docility
The waves still crash quietly in an arrhythmic time
It crescendos in a grand cadence, body driven by convulsions
Of a psyche psychotically satiated with morbid lies
Cruel nightmare of reality, using delusion to deceive
Bully inside my head, works to drown the strangled cries
The final battle is swift and quick, wise tactics defeat
The illustrious tyrant, whose reign kept him blind
The fantasy is only as real as the desire the drives it
Desire never dies, but fades in the malevolence of lies
Self-hurt is always the solution and never the crime
The root must then be in the web of societal ties
Which suppress existence though it suits us fine
Blissful ignorance of the quotas running our lives