In the reincarnation process...

Creating illusions through a belief that have no truths... The mind confused by emotions triggered the mute... Gin inward with not much left to say... Just to come full swing to win the game... The heart refuse to think logically begore it crumbles to the floor... Jus to be walked on by a friend that wants it no more... N to live in a make belief thought is the torture of it all... Thinking serif is someone to another when thumbs push pause... Leaving the well being within trapped in a moment tgat wad never meant to last... Unable to get back at life n she away with the past... The figment of the imagination reassues false hopes that are never real... It's a fantasy to trust prior to the emptiness' void of something said to be worth the feel... Like magic in a dark room where alone finds the solitude more appealing... To be tricked into luv is the weakness of over peace betrayed in a moment su revealing... As the one deep beneath the surface awakens to the reality overlooked... Finding each situation of trial n error the only truth written in a life long book... With red ink to stain memories made... Lies from tongues correct grammer feeding every single page... Transforming delusions into facts so harsh change defines a news version of self... Like fly paper clinging to any chance to find help... One gets lost in the self rescue only a miracle can give life to... As words linger without mentions to attempt to regain pieces of dignity put to use... In the reincarnation process there's an up n down to being alone...Hollow heads remember everything like reels spinning outta control... Poisoning mislead passions fighting to survive... In time it'll fade as if sound from voices that once carried an honest vibe...