Temperance of Voices

Temper in my voices circling a man they break.
Vapors of a flame the scars of a love so fake
Breaking through the layers of a dream their aspirations
Imitating reflections of the pills we call medications

Am i worth saving? Or is my power the blood of my eyes blinking i dont sleep
Its must be my demons yelling at night where you fall into psychosis so deep

Psychotic sympomatic interpretation of feeling a contradicting toxic fog
Provocations so sickening why do i feel like a cog?

Just a gear for the machine and mind with demons of mimicry so cold just disruptingly manic
The fire will freeze the mind when it burns i just panic.

If i use my name in...