Aberration

what kind of madness is this that creeps inside twisted minds, surrounding every silent scream before the breath can manage to find a path and leave. and mangle a cry for what, exactly help? be serious! this kind of neurosis never lets go of its obsessive deviation, breaking down all negligent restrictions from those lesser types. disarranged is but a pleasant way to simply strut insane. disordered dominance smacks of strange conclusions, while delusions flap against this tortured aberration. slip a cloak around the guise and sit beside this chair, what mania drives the blight of lunacy's delirium, with straying lines too close to blur most common sense and yet, what sickened pleasure gives that precise amount of demented praise though twisted and pathetically deranged ...