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