It's a Nero deficiency.
It's an impurity, pumping, pumping through my veins.
I panic, drowning in desperation.
One hand against the wall, the other holding the reigns before I slip and fall.
My decisions are crippled by nauseating thoughts, pushing and pulling me down.
Return to my world before I found out that I will be with out you.
Return the thoughts that gave me control, my life is fine with out you.
I have defected from you.
I have defected from everything.
In the distance I can see encroaching thoughts returning to take my soul.
Surrounding my barricade of truth.
I am not the one who stood before you once long ago in dreams I come again.
I will never return there, walking down the crooked path in life, I forged from my backwards decisions.
I am not the one who intends to fail battling this maelstrom of life.
No obstacle will produce a greater fight than I.
I am not the one who will help repair this world.
I am the one who will burn everything down, sow the salts and tell the world of your treachery.
Maybe it was the voices inside of me.
Not quiet a Nero deficiency, it was just schizophrenia saying hello to me.
Letting me get used to the pain of never knowing who you really are.
Back to impurities, this simple notion of honor, loyalty and truth just nauseates me.
Try to sedate and copulate.
This is my dissertation of what I see in the world around you, around me too.
I'm abstract and absolute.
I'm content with watching the abuse.
In my world, filled with you and you, never will I care to save face despite the truth.