Faded Out

Reality faded
Bruised soul now traded
Not sure what you are
Alternatively, where you are, illusional
Thoughts blinded you from friends
Killing you consciously slowly and Methodically.

Leading people on with false statements
Not even sure of yourself to what it is that
You want us all to believe trading your words
To best describe your illusional tirades gone
Without a blessing is where you will end up.
Corrupted with blasphemer lies of the heart
Your love that you hold so dear is also a dream
That was never real.

A foolish mind
Racked by tormented games and underestimated
Thoughts what where you thinking? Bet you don't know
Yourself.
Nevertheless, as you try to gain some sort of reality
Your mind has become very twisted with guilt and shame
My guess in the midst of your tortured soul you have not
Even the faintest clue on what to do.Have to pity you though
For you are lost and out of controlLeaving sublime messages of unreal
truths Delusions of grander I would like to believe
And never to relive your so call understandings
Of what friends are, suppose to be about.

Delusional
And contortioned
Seems to be your motto
Guess you could not handle your own game
This is why you faded out!

Copyright 2008 Belinda Diane Willis