Illusionary illusory

Satisfied by my own disease
This pendulum I cannot please
Its belated movement keeps me at stake
This lie is a cake, this lie is well baked.

I am lingering to an illusory expectation
A biped chaos with opened eyes in hibernation
I am delaying the illusionary reality
I’ve been out and in to reverse duality.

In sound is pain, in words is silence
I’ve cried, I’ve tried by reason, by violence
With madness I’ve sewed a funeral suit
To bring the illusionary illusory on mute.