I just said the truth
Nothing less
Everything else fades
Pseudo psycho happiness
Grace your frailness.
I dig my grave
Found a died brave
By mass hysteria
you revised this place into a graveyard
Hopes and dreams are buried there.
I asked an old man
What is the illusion
He said everything but you
But you were subdued
And never really grew.
Oh a sweet child is in a bottle
Half dead , half alive
He must close his eyes now
A subliminal veil is thinning
Between his dark fantasy and real life.
P