Reality in contradiction
Poach my vibration.
Level me to the ground.
Surge the negative energy.
Dark thoughts amplified.
Horrifying images that forever scare my mind.
Technological noise… that drowns out bliss.
These are the trials of the modern world.
A world where the prospect of hope lies in the fool’s heart.
Emotions frowned upon.
The age of the organics slowly breaks down
Chaos is the new serenity in return insanity becomes rationalized to the normal.
A virtual paradox of our on concoction.
Pills to make you happy and strong, keeping the mind fogged… for one is not to question that of their worlds reality.
The curse of the virtual world.
Blind we wander aimlessly about, minds conditioned and cleaned.
The future of our world looks bleak for the flesh of humanity… yet still in the darkest of hours we must hold onto the prospect of hope.
Can you hear her heart beating?
Freedom and the pursuit of happiness is but a dream… but oh how beautiful a dream can be.
Beauty wilted; the nightmare rose resumes to climb her trellis.
Silk petals raining down upon her feet, tears for the many who stay forever cursed.
Roots firmly planted her growth is strong, despite the inevitable climb.
Once upon a time she too thought their way.
Foolishly feverishly cling to the theory that hope for the future lies in the hearts and hands of the delicate system of illusion.
Then one day her dream turned into a nightmare.
Looking glass cracking as reality seeped through, and so the rose begun her ascent into the unknown.
Climbing her trellis despite the damage of the pending reality.
Empowered from within, empowered by thought, empowered by hope.
The sweet beautiful nightmare that is hope.