Trapped disconnected

Making the worst of the best that life life has to offer

I can't keep in touch

I begin to realize that all my thoughts are pointless

And serve only to deconstrust my reality

At all odds

An army against itself

The desease spreads

As the army rips itself apart

Atop my throne from which i pivot

In and out of ignorance

I can't help but suffer

My throne is taken from me

As i lapse into the horrors of reality

(my throne is gone)

I can't keep in touch

Pathetic, spastic, shame and doubt spiraling into one final moment of clarity

For the day i can't wait for it to be over

And then

It repeats

Inside seemingly infinite walls my concious hides

Creating seemingly infinite impossible distractions

Trapped atop my throne

My thoughts are reearranged

Trapped atop my throne

Tomorrow we'll suffer again