The apocolypse of my Mind

what are these thoughts, these subtle hallucinations of a happy life all distortions of my frayed mind all scars of a distorted world where did this begin, my poisened world distortions of love and hate. we have become so civialised that we forget to love each other, we have forgotten to care wrapped up in our shallow world, tainted by the evil inside our veins we are the original sin its our faults we hurt so the vivid hate we feel for other is nothing to the hate we all feel for ourselves we've pushed and failed to be free souls, with free minds my mind continues to trudge through this pain, the emence hurt i feel for my brothers and sisters they should never get inside this mind it would ruin their hollow existance. the weight of the world on my heart the rammifications of a miss spent youth maybe the apocolypse of my mind is here see my mushroom cloud