Leeched

Sitting amidst a world of multi-technicolour,
I lay oblivious and in my space of monochrome;
No melody, smell or flavour,
Just me and my mind so lonesome...
In the world of my own, an unparalleled universe?
Where is the truth; my wondrous tragedies?
I choke on my own words; it is a sad curse...
My role on stage; all pretentious parodies...
My own reincarnation; my time of renaissance!
A dichotomy of disdain and affection,
I live for illusions; I can't snap from my trance!
It is a permanent defection...
Notoriety of my life; every betrayal's scheme;
A very inevitable; very inadvertent mess,
Invasive, illusive, and decisive; a riveting theme?
All of my emotions, dilemmas are put to the test...
In a constellation or galaxy, I'm the smallest star,
Nothing to be seen, not a speck of dust-
While the Sun can be seen very clearly from afar...
In my case, nothing will last-
In an age of sheer paranoia,
I see myself, a retarded fool;
Only my sanity, deliberately an iota...
Liars know, I'm losing my cool...
My honesty and dignity soiled,
I've got nothing left to protect,
My plans and dreams are all foiled,
Not even small of a hope I detect...
I'm not intelligent enough for eternity...
I will not survive in my own cruelty...
Forever, I lay monotonous to my family...
I'm nothing really, just a fragment of your memory...