Random delutions

In an enigma of random thoughts
Raring to fight an emotional crass

Sinking in an ocean unknown and void
Unable to pull myself across

With the enemy of silence I met tonight
Sound of music was never so quite

It stabbed me deep it tore me apart
A crushing cry of a purest heart

Rush of blood in veins was high
Brain was numb and reflexes naïve

Limping legs couldn't move, lay quite
Burning skin was sensation deprived

They were dancing in front of my eyes
Gothic images of my delusional past

Shadows were hovering to engulf me complete
The journey had ended to the final retreat.

what if the person in the mirror really hates you?

what if the person in the mirror really hates you?
every step he walks negates you

the world treats you good but not so much
but he hates you for your portrayal as such,

the person beneath is a big fat liar
probably that's what the others have to admire

the person in the mirror watches your every step
but he knows every bit and relates (to) you

what if the person in the mirror really hates you?
what if the person in the mirror really hates you?