Disillusionment Of The Impending End Thru the Eyes Of A Viper

Put me in a paper cup and throw me out to sea.
But no matter where you place me, know that my displacement will stretch f a t h e r t h e n t h e e y e c a n s e e. You come and go; topsy turvey deliriums running rampant.
Your personality changing like wall paper; you shift to blend in with the trees.
The bi-polarity of it all peeling from the walls and breaking—at—the—seams.
As you cast me away to a distant detachment,
know that if I drown you won’t find me where you dropped me.
Rock bottom never hit so hard.
Short of breath and the originality to make that ailment genuine.
No more cards to lay out on the table;
no more tricks to pull; you think that you’re going to be able to convince me there’s a rabbit in that hat. However, the tongue of the serpent runs thick.
You are what you hate; hate who you are.
Your own disillusionment has backfired like a misaligned train track.
The road to nowhere was distinguishable long ago.
So throw me out to the sea, and as you watch me plunder with clarity know that my dissatisfaction will stretch farther than you can stretch for me.