Fool's Paradise

I can see where this will most likely lead,
The intuition that I get every time I'm around.
The gut feeling that tingles inside my stomach.
The assumption I get is different from the aim I had.
The conception that this will lead nowhere.

The fool's paradise that I have designed,
Seems to have demolished with each vision I have.
I have fabricated my own fool's paradise.
Just as I have done with every other delusion.
Left myself standing abandoned in my own hallucination.

Conceived by me, demolished by me.
I am my emotions' worst enemy.
Obliterating every piece of my paradise,
Annihilating piece by piece, my fool's paradise pulverized.
Just myself deserted in blackness, same as the last time.