purplenoir

There’s a whole world of you inside The unseen surreptitious creation of yours Bound by your own principles Occupied by the people you’ve judged Based on your instincts

Your mind is a sanctum of obscure thoughts Colliding with each other, creating a subtle disturbance A dark side of yours concealed from the outer world Stays calm, detached from emotional exasperation An apodictic deceiver in disguise

So serene your world So is your art of deception The deductive conclusions you make Defines your slyness Away from the lunatic world is your cerebration Indistinct and incomprehensible evermore