I daresay I’ve been tricked into oblivion
My senses betray me, treacherous are the lies they spin
The truth that they’ve kept from me, the truth that shall set me free
Has evaded my detection
An internal dereliction.
My Reality is a shapeshifting monstrosity
An illusion I love to live in
My hope, my oxygen.
Chilling it is to think, from this thought I slink
I’ve been breathing in My End
There is a poisonous paucity
That I couldn’t portend.
Under this burden, I buckle
My feet unsure of where they land
What was positively concrete
Was only fickle sand.
In spite of all I’ve stated
We prefer the mirage we’ve created