7/13/2013
6:55 AM
Oral fissures throwing up blunt words in the air
Darting tongues are like arrows of fire
The source is the god of despair
Who loves spreading the curse around the empire.
Through the observant eye
Almost everything is crystal clear
Even the characters
Are distinctly seen in the mirror.
Stepping on each other’s soul
Proving that one is superior
Spoiling each other’s life
To bring about emotional torture.
Peculiarity of the situation
Does bring a commotion
The changing season
Set everything in motion.
To belong in this circle is a disgrace
One will not be able to experience peace
Unruly competitiveness is like a sour paste
Destroying the bond that a family cherish.
PARANOIA (Inside the Mind of a Schiz) 