truth

look yonder with your fake eyes
feel the pale season with your fake touch
smell the scent of fake life
hear those laughs in prayer of a fake church
taste the bitterness of fake demise

can you see it ?
the world, this monster of energy
of insane thirst
gently covering your eyes
subtly making you sleep
with a soft lullaby
swallowing your body
into this great abyss of darkness and dispair
feeding on your soul
slowly you feel your existence fading away
like and old dusted frame
you're no man
you are a ghost
that the world made
and insisted in destroying
...
correcting...
I am