Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Societies laughing, reshape from reality.
Your heart is cold and still, but your body burned and charred.
Fought through society, a drape from reality.
The voice in your head constantly saying you are wrong.
Shadows lurk behind you, the cape of reality.
Devil’s and angles sit quietly on your shoulders.
Each soul sucked in with no say, scrape from reality.
Hope burned to ashes and pulling you in from below.
Darkness engulfing all, no tape for reality.
Stolen words Loose their meaning in the forgotten grave.
You are entertainment-the jape from reality.