State of Mind - Fallacy's Epiphany

This unruly
Unclean
Epiphany
Of my random thoughts
Bringing to me
The anarchy
Of this state of mind
Where what I find
Is not mine
But the collective thoughts
Of those around me
And I see
That none is true
When fallacies are subdued
To this solitude
Where honesty
Rains supreme
And truths are false
In midnights waltz
Of this black abyss
Where none amiss
And order rules in chaos
And the organized
Anarchy
That blinds my eyes
So I cant see
The only thing
That is for sure
Is the fallacies
And thoughts obscene
This unruly
Unclean
Epiphany
Of random thoughts
Bringing to me
An abject sense of being
That I cant see
I hear it call
But I cant find
This abyss of my mind
Clinging to the bound
All thoughts around
Falling in
To this thing
That clouds my senses
And calls to me
This blackness
That controls
My being
What can I do
In this state of mind
Were all is lost
And fallacies bound
To what I found
An obscene sense
Of anarchy
This unruly
Unclean
Epiphany
Of random thoughts
Bringing to me
A silent reassurance
That all is well
While trapped in hell
I must believe
These lies of deceit
So f***ing obscene
I cant think
This organized anarchy
Clouding my senses
I must break free
Of this obscene
Epiphany
Of fallacies
That clings to me
And again it calls
But I mustn’t falter
This black alter
That brings to me
This godforsaken
Reality
Inevitably
To damn obscene
To recite
My fury foreseen
And undeserving of this
Fallacious empathy
So unruly and unclean
I must break free
Of that which calls to me
This blackened sense
Of my fallacious epiphany