What Was Never Real

Misconceptions from a polluted mind. Gathers the pick just to fight a storm. What seems to be normal walking inside Wonderland. Was felt but certainly never real. Adding the cards that were dealt. Divided by the sum of my fears. Evens the streams from my screams. Tearing through every seam in my dreams. Six silver sickles are covered with blood. Twisted together with the broken bones from my loveless heart. Insanely unable for a forward move. The dead man in the mirror. Will be displayed in time. I smackface my veins with a life of poison. I choose to loose. I am happy without one reason. I am high with my choices. I can hear the echoes. Sounding the noise from demon voices. Assured by syringe. My addiction becomes my hell. So I will tell. I would if I could. Sell the rites to all four the seasons.