sneakig little suspitions

I have one Infact I think my Imaginary friend Is going To Surprise me My mind Melted My intelect scrambled Ignored it Generic insanty Depraved Of Substace Lacking Cognition Visability Having Lost Fear Malice But you Don't Hate Loath Despise Instead Warmth Compassion Soothing in waves On a long enough time line Survival Rate Drops To Nothing Flying Whirling Turning Speeding Swirving Maybe arriving After All It Could Happen Right? Mustn't believe Must be wrong Shouldn't it be? Really really wrong Wrong to Believe Maybe It's Gonna Fall Away Worse then suspition Is Knowing Knowing I can't be Right Or am I? I should be Terrified But the angel comes To take me one day And when that day comes. I'll be free An angel on steel wings Will I ever know And if I do know Can It Be Trusted Will it be Realy Or simply a Figment Of the damaged Psychosis I'll never really Know Forsure Maybe I'm a figment of Your psychosis And if I am would I Know