The Arcade

My shadow is spontaneously projecting rage in mind
Others are now rising from interest, fear and pride
A struggle over power, defeated you have none
Neutrality in desire, I'm circling my tomb
Death is now establishing his damp, dark presence felt
No dread is detected to fall in his arm bone net
For this shall be a revelation of my inquiring list
of what all meant, who I am and what did I miss
How confusing I sound all the time
but I refuse more time over the same crime
Chronic fatigue, depression, misery, drugs
Toxic air and people are entering my lungs
My decisions act like rapidly moving doors
The chains are loosen so I intent to break my locks
Simple solutions smack some of my old perceptions
I release the need to know of the unknown's intentions
Balanced interior isn't gained by my mad resistance
Virtual help is coming from a bewitched assistance