Fragments Of Character - Intronaut

Deprived of one’s consciousness, all is distorted

Deluded forever, so long with this contortion

A manipulative grip keeps us mentally confined

Fragments of character mold confusion

Enticing words fall out of decaying mouths

This deceiving visage is a slap in the face

Yearning for a piece of mind, all senses are re-

Vealed, bleeding color and shape

Tourturous windings of thought remain

A surge of uncertainty pierces flesh

Left with this vision of clarity that will not be

Reached