Mental mask of the maniacal

A bandaged heart keeps polaroid of my personal space
but the bandage keeps coming off and the wounds open again
My enemy myself too powerful to face
Dreams inequble to the reality in place
Genericism the norm leaves unique in the sand

A collage of memories broken offer me no help
a mans not comlete unless he's complete with himself
which means i'll never be complete till i figure this out
Solitary contemplation in the mandibles of life's mouth
special abyssmal personal life struggles placed on the shelf

The laws of physics the imagination does not abide
Prismatic picture depictions of what we hold dear inside
Slivers of hope distort reality to a dream that we seek
So all too often we stand hypnotized and weak
until the slivers fall away revealing the mind has died

I'm not sure how this happened why can't I remember
The means of the fueled brainwash isn't mine to derive
Only the snow falls in my minds own december
covering in crystal the secrets and lies

Trapped in a cocoon the metamorphosis happens
a monstrosity of self living in the shell of a man
Oblivious of the media's morals or convictions
Never to remember the way it began

I'm generic