Feels

Conversations coincide
you deliberate I deify
lets decide to compromise
before we find were in demise

Conquered
divide
to complex to summarize
Language fails
to comprise
the illustrations in my mind
Thoughts of inability
naivety, conspiracy
Feelings of inferiority
diabolically inept.

The mental secretes I have kept
memories I constantly correct
I did not think that
I did not feel
Love the ride
Nothing is real

Desperately despising
corruptly compromising
attention undivided
with no one to confide in, but

these walls
this ceiling
this bed
The colour blue
The feeling red

My mind is not dead
It is vast

But then who rhymes red with dead?

Too easy, displeasing
disbelieving of my own disposition
Intellect is my mission
Not this inferior composition

I can't express
I will give only the concept

Emotion