Glaring, blindingly bright fantasies pop up on screens,
Wasting away in a realm better than reality...
Blaring, resoundingly raucous fictions so new and unseen,
Decaying away in a cozy cage made by me...

The truth is bound in layers of hate,
And hopelessness is all that awaits...
Shouldn't my borrowed life be something I dictate?

The droning static hums in my brain,
Distract, transfix, destroy my negligent remains.

Plagued by problems insignificantly catastrophic,
I live in a lie, where my sweetest dreams replay.
In...