Falsehoods

You live in the forest of the ethereal
Your heart is held together by the paste of cob webs
Fantasy and facade are your life's activity
You engage in the poetry of life

This makes you feel informed and special
Yet you are mad
I am relieve to know your thinking is way over there

You paint the truth as it is not
You're happy with half truths that illustrate not
You plead stream of conscious confusion
You say your connected to a greater consciousness
That you are merely a conduit
But I can see the corruptness and confusion
And your confusion exists in a black discipline

You are icy with perversion that looks like truth
The trees are bent in the abnormal
You live in the perverse
And you think you can control the winds of thought
Yet there are some of us that breath thought
And know the dysfunctional
There are some of us who know who you are