Reality is serenity that gets ahead of me. I might crash the window is foggy with doubt. The poison always has a bad after taste, Restlessness is sleeping with one eye open. If i trip will I fall alone? Loneliness is a bottomless pit that I will drown in. My mind is in a prison, but has a plan to breakout. Shit out of luck, the 8 ball goes in first, but do i lose the war, no never lose the war. My soul is contorted, Ive been sleeping on bricks. The battle of Apocolypse is just a simple argument. This is a problem with no solution. Will I ever find peace in this world?.