Resistant to the cure
Vulnerable to the infection
Poisoned chalice for the emperor
Drugged for peace
Suppressed for the least
Turned into who?
No one knows where I came from
Floating in space
Irreality, my new reality
Crazy and confused
It must be reality

Bullets fly
But the damage is skin deep
Masquerade ball
But the mask is on all day
Crossing cultures
But the purpose is monetary
Fighting for peace
But fighting never stops
Running in circles
But the path was made
Noise canceling
But the meaning never penetrates
One side goes down
The other goes up
Not even ground  
There is no even ground

Tides that grow with every hour
We will always be the punisher
Kings and queens and presidents
No matter the place
The world refused to change
But we are not the whole world
Denizens of bored space
Children are born to laugh
Walking out into the sun
To fall into graves
With no ground
Now our pain remains
Most cannot change
Life still remains the same

All I ever wanted was to be me
As I get older, the past gets foggy
Who I was and who I will be
Intertwine into a twisted philosophy
What am I?
When will I be me?
The world offers answers
But only in extremes
Staring deep into the dark
Sanity on a string
Always asking what I will bring
The bell always rings
Never brings peace
I would say I have a future
But who will I be?

The one with everything
Feels nothing
Wanting to feel something
Only bringing suffering

Are you there?
Staring in through the window
Vague outlines
Absorbing the shadows
You look like me
But I never really know
If you are me
Penumbra with reflection
Sharing all the signs
Of a figment of humanity

Left to right
Side to side
Scales balance the rising tides
Humanity
Side to side, extreme beliefs
With no reason or identity
Covering up scars and scratches
Running around, a deafening sound
All to ignore reality
Balance brings brilliance
But we sell disharmony
When we sleep, when we breathe
We will ignore certainty