In my head, the sun only Rises, but never seems to Set.
As if the end of each day is just a Blurr
with no definitive finish.
I cant distinguish whats a dream and whats Reality.
They say that’s the true meaning of Insanity.
It wasn’t always like this,
maybe I died or am dieing
then again aren’t we all dieing? One day at a time.
We’re just waiting for the right moment to give it a label.
Face bent in an
Unending frown and
Unhappily laughing
at Fraudulent company
Trying to fit in to a
World with standards
That are seemingly
Unreachable, untouchable
sired by masked butchers
Struggling to be herself
when she is Afraid
she isn’t good enough
Hungrily staring at
the screen and Desperately
trying to create
that Illusion
that Everything she does
isn’t just to protect this
delusional structured Pattern
of Pity and misguided intention
and flattering Insanity
Her mind lost in a
Societies Venomous touch,
confused and Sometimes
Regretting her Whole-hearted
Devotion to fit in
to this Television world
of glamorous Emptiness
and Sometimes
Hating herself
for falling scared
Helpless and shackled, in
Invisible chains does she
freely walk about,
Seeing the World
through a distorting haze
her vision Fades
with Eyes half-shut
The Infernal, complex,
and Invincible structure
that Haunts her in
her dreams and drives
Her Insaine that
she is obsessed
addicted and
Ashamed
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