Our inner scopes are open wounds.

A painful truth the soul consumes.

Grey matter fills this hollow tomb.

Mindshattered hearts enjoy the doom.

I'll plug you in and change the script.

It's funny how this Matrix shifts.

What you've known has now been flipped.

As if your mental breaks a glitch.

So yell and scream, punch and kick!

You hung yourself, this nuece you picked!

On thrones of lies, your truths will sit.

Wearing an upside down crucifix.


© Kevin Blue