Schizoreality

Schizophrenic thoughts
Of a schizoreality and gnawing teeth
At your feet.
A dying breed, which I am.
I am them.
An unguarded sense of failure,
And the subconsciousness of a contradictory reality
In which we feed.

Origin unknown,
An unending spiral of paradoxal spirals
And in mind's mirrors we feast
On a luminescent undirectional being.

True lies lie in an awakening
Of a marketeering flesh goddess
With searching ties
To our minds.

Reversal hiding
In a time abiding
In a sun shining
With us dying.