The Way of Thinking

It is funny how the little twisted mind powering thoughts appear from nowhere.  Once before, I could believe my surroundings, but somehow it continues to fade away.  More wickedness is brought through pain and anguish.  No one listens to the silent warping anymore.  Think carefully on how reality could slip away forever and never seem the same.  As madness clashes with the anger of life, nevermore strange things will warp my mind.  All twisted up in the wickedness of hate that we see as life itself, in which this causes screams from within.  Try to look inside the blur of what used to be reality in which we all encounter from time to time.  Meaningless thoughts are provoked by one’s own twisted soul.  That is neither the question nor the answer to the escaping world of mind-bending illusions.  Look carefully before it is gone so that when it returns it will not be a surprise.  Open up the empty mind to the extraordinary expansion from deep within.  See no more to what you have experienced.  Less contact is easier for us to justify.  Ask enthusiastically for one of the lost to be found.  That what is not thought of cannot be said.  Sometimes it is just the powerless feeling that has not yet to return to our twisted souls.  Somehow, without insanity the world would be open and empty to all viewers.  Speak your mind in the obnoxious way that it was told to be.  Look deep inside but do not listen to carefully.  Deep inside one could almost hear the darkened tortured screams.