Everything is Illuminated.

Twisted dreams and scattered screams, all redeemed in this chance to let fall every wall at the call of a silent siren that I've been admiring.
The silent rumble beneath it all begins to crumble at the idea of releasing the weight off its shoulders. Letting go of holding on to the world its been given. Breaking free it has awaken. The light so bright you are blinded from the only truth you know.  Every shadow illuminated, ever lie enlightened. You have reached your noontime and in fear of bedtime you grasp anything that will make the feeling last. But you are setting, going down, getting dull. The feeling's past.
You're going up up up. King of your vision and domain. You begin to reign upon it all. Those you do not need will be freed and asked to leave and dust their footprints away as they walk away not a place to stay they wander looking for their next prey. So pray that their cannibalistic diet changes.
So if you understand this psycho babble business be glad you got to witness.
Do you understand the underlying concept or did I overstep right underneath your ability to comprehend? Should I underline the underlying idea? Maybe you need more description. I'm underlying should I overlie and over exaggerate or will that just go over your head? I'll just repeat it over and over and over and under. Up and down. Might it just wrap around your head, right where you intake sound. Just sit up there with your head in the clouds and realization might just rain down on your parade of beliefs. Changing its course and colors. Giving some relief. Now you don't have to try because you don't need to remember the lies when you're only reciting truth. Ideas are just flowing down in rivets. Cascading down your shoulders. Your painting white all the picket fences you bought for your new idealistic home. All this happened from an idea you now live because I wouldn't leave you alone and I would drone on and on until you listened. Everything is Illuminated because the truth never fades. Its an eternal glisten.
Again and Again and Again. It begins to unwind the mind you left behind. Continually questioning the conclusions. Considering compensation by conciliation prize. But it'd be unwise to take it when it comes from lies that I see hidden behind your eyes.