Theta lullaby

Abrupt leave but the man is still inept
as crying doesn\'t change the fact
that this harlequins almost dead

and we sleep between havoc and slumber
watching lights of perpetual egocentricity
as hearts sit on the edge fighting a hunger
that has given pandemonium a new hope of clarity

with there faces painted and perceptions of reality contorted
they dance around in colors of illusions and murder the unimportant

my weary glass reticules are tender against the light
delicate flesh becomes inflamed in the silent heat
anxiety and insomnia are the enemies of this time
as the catalyst begins to grow death so soon wants me

fruits and children of youthful complexion
come from afar and offer little protection
as the creatures of fever and dementia swallow me whole
i write my confession in sweat and hope that\'ll you know