Descending into deep confusion
what I see is my illusion.
Shrouded tales as gospel posed
reality has been trasnposed.
Mirrors casting odd reflections,
odder still upon inspection.
Grasping shadows, balance slides
in this dimension solace hides.
Playing games of cat and mouse,
I'm lost inside this conjured house.
Elusion is the master plan,
the only way to win this hand.
Maddening maze of persecution,
trapped inside my own delusion.
Slick thick black and chambered gloom,
shades of darkness cloaking doom.
Familar feel of trepidation,
with no hope of consolation.
Most other feelings lost by now,
would lose this too if I knew how.
Hazy views and half perceptions,
is this real or mere deception.
Cobwebs strangle struggling thoughts,
for far to long this fight we've fought.
Giving in to this intrusion,
as they say, I'm disillusioned.
Sinking slowly to the floor,
far to tired for anymore.
This game and lost mentality,
has done me in, at last I see
nothing is as it should seem.
It's merely dreamt reality.