Erwin's Kitty Like Bark Bark

I'm speeding way past the allowable limit
slowly coming to terms
I'm in sit down meetings with this perspicious paradox
Must accept this defeat
I see a pattern this varying invariable
blind to sensibly being

My Spectre a quiet calamatous cacaphony
feeling anamolous
My schrody kitty, the one thats haunting me
nightmares much like daydreams
My chagrin as tales are told of abnormal reality
intelligent insanity

It points out that you and I are not meant to be, Our
Historical fiction
It's a jumble of make-believe and made up stories, fake
memories were drafted
It's stalwart, my steward of that which is extensive, in
a depressive way, Me

Nothing left save,

Lobotomous longings