quotes and "quotes"

A Poem by winter;lyra

Vowels feed on consonants
Quotes break from apostrophes and become lies
Making commas and dots hard to differentiate
Question marks never felt so lost in regard
No questions to be asked, just dots to be added
Along we spice it with complex phrases
Or perhaps quotes of some lost soul
Who found his way among the words
We now desecrate in order to fulfil our lust?
Freeze!
Who are you; Strange character
Your curves do not fit here
I'm aware of your power
Chaos and confusion
Unknown emotions
Above proportions
You bring nothing but destruction
To these verses
I'm reversing to my churches
And repressing the convulsions
You will never awaken them!
I'm at my final station!
The last consonant arrives!
Take me madness!