struggling with insight

An unveiled third eye
ergot fungus
mold of rye
i've seen life in other dimensions
Fractals, patterns amongst us
so what is this feeling, these tensions?
what's love but psychological manipulation
an assertion of dominance, a material claim
relief through temporal elation
Alpha male strutting on a bleak path
no man is safe when I maim
compromise, for i'll unleash wrath
though one can't say the same
the will of a woman alters too fast
to me love is not a game
still nice guys will finish last
so be it, others are lame
life is binary
There is either one for me or zero
on the contrary
I'd Embrace death, just be your hero.