The Reality As Is

Rapid and rapt shadows lurking,
Knowing they are just smirking.
They’re truly out to harm,
Definitely cause for alarm.
It’s just a fucked-up dance,
In reality it’s all a hypnotic trance.

Phone machines recording everything,
It’s such a mind-control sting.
Beeping and flashing here and there,
Everyone should beware.
Wishing everything would just go away,
Of course it won’t – to my dismay.

The medication is a slow death,
Taking away all your breath.
Take one and it takes away a day,
Chances are you’ll never go gray.
People literally just drop dead,
But they say it’s all in their head.

Mumbling and whispering walls,
Hinting at the danger that befalls.
Objects keeps moving and talking,
I’m just a dead woman walking.
Might as well be a sitting duck,
Like some goddamn schmuck.

At least the senses are on high alert,
That way nobody will be hurt.
Everything seems different and haunting,
Especially when replaceds are taunting.
There is nobody that aren’t blind,
Maybe there’s no hope for mankind.


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