Delusions
Dreams are a fantasy in which we are all suffering
Filled with disillusioned visions and false hopes
Pouring sweet, fantasized lies through gullible ears
Masking blind eyes with glittering jewels of lost paradise
And then – Oh God, is it really a sin to die? –
Tell me more of your sick, twisted lies.
Drinking up the improbable wants
Is only an ugsome faith in that we won’t all drown
Swimming faithfully to shore
In a sickening joke to go back for more.
I’d rather starve.
Riddle me this: How does one achieve true happiness?
By succumbing to that carnivorous wave
That feeds such convincing half-truths
Stuffing them into open, gasping mouths
- Oh Lord, how I long to meet my Lord –
I see evil!
Drams always drop you in the end
Because they’re constantly dreaming of someone else.