Scatter Brained.

You're swimming in confusion.
So why am I the blame?
Not my thoughts that have consumed your nature.

You've scarred these nightmares into your vision.
Your blindfold is nothing but your own sickening leisure.
Your adrenalin has foul creation and source.

Your delight in disregard is somewhat narcissistic.
You're blissful of the miserable future you've laid out.
The ignorance that's consumed you has blackened out all your light.

Your attempts for persuasion will not break through.
You're the only one who has the satisfaction.
The fabrication you've led yourself to believe is not what we see.
You've devised nothing comprehensive for my eyes.