Master Of Deception
I am a master of deception,
So many ways in which to alter your perception,
Create a maze so that you lose sense of direction,
Until a haze fogs up your full span of attention.
It’s advisory you stay away from me for your own protection,
Do I speak honestly or poison your mind like an infection?
On reflection my perception is tainted,
Over my own eyes deception is painted.
If I can fool myself then you could never understand,
If I speak truthfully regarding cards held in my hand.
This wasn’t planned, I hoped to forward my thoughts of being a master,
But once I start to write my thoughts become a twisted disaster.
Each time I write a line the next comes to me ever faster,
Yet still the blurring mindset I’m in grows forever vaster.
Sporadic tendencies are undoubtedly sprouting out of me,
The voices in my head are louder now; they shout at me.
Is this a reflection of my mental stability?
Or is it yet another part of my ability?
Is it one of my personas or the real me?
Or just a demonstration of my versatility?
You’ll never know, as I’m a master of deception,
So many ways in which to alter your perception.
(2015)
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