Truman ain't got nothin’ on us, Fourth wall crowds, Like, comment, cheer, and interact — A maze of fifth walls, Skewed mirrors of eternity, Has us squirreling for recognition Like mindless rats out for cheese.
Shatter, I can't think of a word That defines tragedy better. Breakage with an outward motion — Broken shards, no longer Part of their whole, Scattered and alone.
A desperate dance — The last decent stragglers, Staggering from hopeless cause To fruitless effort, Seeking hope in the abandoned Ghettos of morality Where none but the self-centric few, Playing their typecast roles, Can still afford the rent.
Humanity studied From a single perspective, Prepackaged morality Aimed to distill life In three dimensions — The lost devour What power preaches. Theology, the insatiable Quest for a maker, A disease.
I watch the demons On both sides of the windowsill Holding the mirror of my mind — On one side burn the fires Through all that I control, And the other side, Though darker, Is life.
Overcoming Years and distance — Real is real, And real persists. Worlds may break, Dreams may shatter, Blood may thin, But true love The heart remembers.
I really like this picture of me, At the edge of heartbreak — You and me, destined for misery. A perfect moment, heading for Our darkest day, and yet, Despite all that came after, I still love this picture of me.
Think on what we have become. Societies? Led communities — Hierarchies designed to benefit The privileged few on top. Rich tapestries of cultures Dismantled into one.
Caught behind walls of lies, Tainted truths so tantalizing — Riding out the waves that brought us To the rocky shores of doubt, Anything not to lose our way, Or drift any further out.
