Weeping Hallucinations - Fleshwrought

The intellect steadily dissolves from it’s slumber

Awakening from the sounds of weeping hallucinations

Running and trickling down the neck and onto the lap of a now subdued man

Fingers tremble at the mere simple thought of the present lifestyle

A life entangled and smothered in isolated rejection

Only to awaken in a pond of depressing notions and Ideals

Submerged in flawed conclusions