It like a Itch
Always there behind
Every thought every action
Like a cloud that masks the real
A filter that make anything sexual
No part of body escapes from this
Mind programmed just to worship unreal
Being conscious of the this might be way back
What is the real than a fake frequency that enslave
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
Haunted by the past
Flashes of fear
Darkness seeping the psyche
Death walking on the edge
Lost the grip of life
Easing way to nothingness
Reborn a fool
Searching for nothing
Everyone fools me
Are they fooling themself
Where is nothingness
Is it a illusion or is this illusion?
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 8:04 AM UTC