Paranoia

It was soundless until they appear
the I was there, in perfect consciousness
the other existence represents her beliefs
in a familiar shallowness of green void
they made music, with guitar, with thoughts
they made substance with the art-imagination
in foreboding delight, not in chained destiny, but in time

The setting of closeness claims distinctness
balanced aesthetics desired to illuminate the absurd
done, blur to nothingness, it rendered hopelessness
there was nothing good in the demented story
the I with the essences parted ways in despair without knowing
with sole independence and humble rebel from the I

The countless beliefs, stagnated in seven endless disorientation
the first ventured in the black and white dancing curves
spreading the labeled color in blankness
the second sailed in the striking of living branches of sunset
scheming in the eerie of enthusiasm and phantasms
the third flowed in the dull pastel of rolling, edgy hysteria
coming to the power volume of the anticipated obnoxious melody in bare beauty
the fourth flighting in the sream of a frightful violence
advancing in the massacre of wasting immeasurable insignificance
the fifth lushed in the conventional carnage of filthy paradise
progressing the diagonal traces of offensive primeval to the brittle
the sixth climbed in the senseless order of the weak culture suicide
yielding the ludicrious cementation of the molded to the self
with the gaunt reality of the beholder, the beliefs on hand
changed faces to the creation of dread to apathy witnessed by the I
circumnavigating in random optimism, throwness and submission
the totality eaten by countless, incoherent madness of the mind

The I remained stable playing with the harmony
the last belief, in its lower form, opened the shame
stood by the side, being denuded by nature, and disappeared
the I went to nothingness in its most familiar scenery
saw the last belief biting the wage of eternal sunshine
the I is in delirium

the last belief ran with the black finger-fitting maroon lid
embraced by the dream of lightest green fantasy over the melting
of black and white, dying stiff tree-like apparition
where emotions prevent the leaves of sublimity to breathe
and was eaten by nothingness with its haunting while fearing,
the first instinct in its deceitful entirety and transcendence



Innocence stood in different manifestations
little, fragile blameless solidified childhood and unknown
portraying magic, humor, illogical, and horror
dreaming and eating the I in perserverance.
The I, with human sufferings with unorganized deliberation
tangled in hallucination outside destruction after right.