The World is Abstractly Dissonant
With No Conscience and Sense
A Symphony of Chaos and Pain
Where I Will Find My Way Again?
My Persona is
Cognitively Dissonant
Sort of a
Diabolical Imprisonment
Through all this
Scourging Resonance
That's Deploring
My Whole Temperament
Yantra full of
Tantra- Mantra Meant
Bam! Such a
Sham full Predicament
Prying Solely
On Love Molly Semblance
Dying Slowly
in One Holy Sentiment
Ramble Thoughts
Gout me Shambled
In The Temple
Babble Taut
Sample for Most
of the Rabble
Cannibal Impulses
Trussed up
like "Hannibal"
Parable Processes
Confessed
Make it Bearable
Appearances Deceives,
Perceived Like
Shenanigans
Applause ,Eulogies
Deprived in
My Philosophies
"Socrates" Hypothesis,
"Camusian" Anomalies
Applies Everyone's
Prophecies
Deviates Anyone
Proxy- Cease
Racing Thoughts
took a Shot of
Snorting Jolts
Tracing Faults
Shook Gunshot
Waging Colts
Cross in Moss
at its own Loss
Flossing like a
" Chaucer's" Boss
Across without
an Applause
Pause my Flaws
"Kerouacian" Thoughts
Spontaneously Fellating
Streaming of Consciousness
Cunnilingus "Miller-esque"
Scandinavian Lovey-Dovey
Feeling like A Hellion
After Creating
this Bionic
"Bullet Ballet" Sway "Aion"
Rhymes Going
Bombastic
Ballistic,
Feeling Autistic
Needs Someone
Psychologically
Analytic
Hate Living life Around
Pathologically
Altruistic
Halfway Turning Into
A Vulnerably
Narcissistic
Personality Schizoidically
Highly
Idiosyncratic
Spokely Unequivocally
Mildly
Perspicacious
Repetitive Rhyming
Schemes
Starts to Sounds
a bit
Pathetically Belittling?
Aesthetically Diminishing?
Still Got More
Depth and Flavors
These Crap
Writing Writers
Already Been Shitting!
Frustration what
Leading To
My Thoughts Creation
Hoping For
Some Kinda Liberation,
Emancipation
From All
Social, Political
Restraints And Restriction
Formulation of These
Shallow Rhyming
Situation
Dichotomize by my
Ambiguous Amalgamation
Really Need Some
Peace of Mind
Should get Some
Reserpine
For Bouncing
of This Building
Tension And Agitation
Don't Wanna be
Devoid of
Empathy and Emotion
What Would Turn
out to be
If I Aint have it?
Moody?, Gloomy?
Depressed?,Paranoid?
Like a Regular Listener
Of Radiohead's
Paranoid Android?
Dried of Life,
Cried to Die
Suicide's the New Pride?
Juvenile I am
in Your Eyes?
But Truth Lies
in Disguise
I Nullify
With My Rhymes
Breakin it Out
with My New Jive
True Life is
Being Who Am "I"?
Not The One That
Lies Or Died..
It's What you Dreamed
in your Mind!
Ending This
Rambling Rhyme
Grind Side
Which is my
New Style
Truth or Lie?
You Decide
I Don't Mind
if it's Prophesied
Not too Blind
or Suprised
Of Your Shallow
Grandiose Mind
To Justify
What I Write
It's Kind of
A Pie
I Like it
Combined In Flavors
That Defines
My Appetite
Heavily Entwined
in My
Comically Cancerous,
Chronic Chic Mannerisms
Ad-Libs Abstract Dissonant Light!