Stress Releaved

I've got this sort of complexion, I get bored with a message Rearranging these letters to excel my performance; perfected. In any order directed, I'm forming a scheme; Astral projecting my thoughts as they orbit my dreams. Too contorted it seems, like a twisted mirage Seeing visions of god, surrounded by a cynical cause But I'm not bitter at all, just real with the facts, See People smile to your face, then stick a knife in your back High powers with wrath, divide our minds till they collapse, Till intolerable torture is all that we have Left in our path, so were doomed from the start, A looming sensation that exudes through this art. But I give it my heart, cuzi it's all I possess, Illuminating my path, and relieving my stress...