Reticulating Poem of Non-sanity in Motion

I've been in a state of depression lately and this is just a simple poem to pull me out of the downward spiral that is sadness.

Twisted reticulation, poison in your veins.

Nevermore speak of spinning falsehoods and lies.

Asinine, moronic, symbiotic frivolousness.

Mouth agape, ignorance escapes.

Proportional complexity, abyss of shame.

Ignorance is the game.

Manipulation is but a short-lived victory. 

Toxic is the insanity, seeping…maiming.

Never obtaining peace, consuming and draining.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing use of words. The description was understood of depression because of the powerful use of statements.
"Toxic is the insanity, seeping…maiming.
Never obtaining peace, consuming and draining."
I do understand the above lines. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[BrokenWingedPhoenix]

Thank you very much. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Daisy]

yes you are right....
So many things you described in such short lines... do tell so much more...
Wonderful

[BrokenWingedPhoenix]

Thank you, you are very kind.

[ArnoldtheRubberDucky]

This is very good. The brevity, sincerity, and sheer poetry of your ideas really strikes me. The best poems are usually born out of depression or euphoria.

[BrokenWingedPhoenix]

Lately depression has been my home, but writing really seems to help. Thank you for your kind words. :)