Deljen zvok

The reality check Hits heavy through my chest. My performance is poor - Yet, I claim it is my best. Confusion! Delusion! My brain spits out some useless clues. Conclusion! Denial! Now the circle is back - It drags me down again. And my blood’s running black, Failing to pump through my veins. Reduction! Abstraction! My heart keeps chasing my sick mind. Attention! And anger!