I can't make sense of this

It's my reflex to exist

Programmed to change tomorrow

Not bound by destinations

I can't make sense of this

It's my reflex to exist

Modeled to break the cipher

Complicated by decisions

Violence washes over me

Lacerating silent needs

Darkness bleeds contention

The result of this affliction

Deflection of certainty

Feeds my fear of clarity

Flaws inherent to my selection

Self deceit remains my diction

Severing this conflict

Lies in truth of action

I can't make sense of this

It's my reflex to exist

Programmed to change tomorrow

Not bound by destinations

I can't make sense of this

It's my reflex to exist

Modeled to break the cipher

Complicated by decisions