CAMELOT FANTASIES

Perception perversely askew
Pointing the finger of blame
Let me ask this of You
Why do you feel red blood of rage?
You're belligerently stuck on that page
It's not about desiring fame
No matter what stage of the game
You decide to participate
Your fear that it will dissipate
Your schizophrenia has left you
In a catatonic state
Trust me
There are times
Where I can relate
But this isn't one of them
Unconscious disposition
To put me in this position
You rile all of our friends
For your cognitive end
Twist and turn the truth to bend
Your continual muttering
Is futile
Your angry sputtering
Infantile
I will leave you alone for a while
Keep dissing me
While you're missing me

~ Divine