I can't make sense of thisnIt's my reflex to existnProgrammed to change tomorrownNot bound by destinations nnI can't make sense of thisnIt's my reflex to existnModeled to break the ciphernComplicated by decisions nnViolence washes over menLacerating silent needsnDarkness bleeds contemtionnThe result of this afflictionnDeflection of certaintynFeeds my fear of claritynFlaws inherent to my selectionnSelf deceit remains my dictionnSevering this conflictnLies in truth of action nnI can't make sense of thisnIt's my reflex to existnProgrammed to change tomorrownNot bound by destinations nnI can't make sense of thisnIt's my reflex to existnModeled to break the ciphernComplicated by decisions