A warped up world of reality indeed
No wonder so many decided instead to dream
How many will pull their dreams across the veil
Bringing them to the sad reality
Hope is alive despite being killed many times
Idea just changes bodies and never dies
Dust and decay have settled in the bones
Crackling sounds can be heard fron them
Some have decided to run from all the problems
Others have no choice but to face them
Hero is what wears a mask and a cape for some
But others are dying yet living as one
Blasts of chemicals have seeped into the walls
Lungs have given up for some too
Adrenaline is high and anxiety gone through roof
Every breath is tainted with the growing living evil
War of egos and narcissism to say the least
Beat them up till they can't speak
The silence is louder then the screams
For they are now dead and lying beneath
But the idea lives on somewhere it does
Upon entering the graveyard it causes a shiver
Awakening the dead who no longer fear graves
Undead do not care about dying once again
How long will the drama continue
Seasons change but genre remains same
Repeated tales of self presenting pain
Pointed fingers just making others painted insane
Dust and decay I breathe everyday
The stampedes out there are looped on a play
Some just wish clean air to enter the lungs
A simple wish that killed so many young ones
A warped up world of reality indeed
No wonder so many decided instead to dream


© AnieRose