Once again I'm riddled with the task of peretrobating my thoughts back to the foundation in which my paranoia was forged so I long the thoughts of end solely secluded- its a lie. to each his own, or so I've been told along the scenes past a journey never ending, this tiresome moment annulled why then- do I have mass beliefs and opinions that do not come from wit of my mind, soul or heart courage and strength are shields of which ive never bore in the battle of wills and might's of mortal men coming down so content with delirium in the fetal position I've lost my will to fight, drained my will to live die before my time sink slowly I will rise sinking I will never travel brandishing a sharp tongue at a fear piercing my own heart.