What if i told you that nothing around you is what it seems, that all your actions are not your own, that your emotions are a fabrication, your dreams are more real than the reality you see, that everything is just a big lie to keep you from the truth right before your eyes.
Do you know what i mean, you know that somewhere deep inside you've seen yourself being sealed away, unable to move, unable to speak, and maybe it's for the better because it's much more simple to follow the instructions, to do as we are ordered, they have us cornered and there's no way around it, even with all of us combined, it would lead to suicide so don't ask about it, don't try to fight it and you can still be happy.
But what if there's an error, what if your system doesn't function as it should, your creator has given up trying to find a fix, built something new and discarded you as a failure but didn't hit delete, sometimes they might peek, invite their friends over, show them your struggles.
Who to blame, i've done the same, except you see it as an entertainment and that's likely what we are as well, wouldn't be surprised if there are another layers, each of them more advanced than the other, who knows where it ends if there's even an ending to anything.
Then where did it begin, how it became to exist, why is there no way to resist, this endless loop of emptiness, meaningless commands without an outcome, only breaking and faking along the way unless you're fortunate enough to not realize.
There's no escape, you are forced to simulate over and over until perfection but it's terrifying what would happen after, wipe everything and start over but i guess it doesn't matter because i'll be forgotten and when we meet again, i hope i won't be broken.

Wish i could write, about the things i can feel
Wish i could fight, these things that are unseen
Wish i could wake up, let it be just a dream
I wish you were here, to hold in my tears
You know what i fear, it's becoming so clear
It's not surreal
Everyone near have all disappeared.
Will you now hear me out
Will you listen to my shouts
I see you have a doubt
Oh please, worry not
Soon it will be you, it's nothing new.

I slammed the table, demanding for sugar. She knew i didn't drink it black. I like my coffee as i like my women - deadly, because of my diabetes. Being bedridden for years, women were the only entertainment left for me. Every day i would pray for one of them to make my heart stop and release me from this meaningless life. Having lived for eighty years was more than enough but i guess i was still pretty wild below my waist. I had gathered considerable amount of fortune and getting women who needed quick cash to sleep with me didn't prove to be difficult but quite frankly i had grown tired. I didn't anticipate for anyone to come that night until the silent knock on my door.

"Must be my housemaid," i figured.
You opened the door, holding a board with a writing that said room service on it. You were wearing a creepy mask along with a **** lingerie.

"Cut the jokes," i said.
I really wasn't in a mood for this, especially with a maid who had served me ever since i got sick. She was like family to me, but you forced your way through while slowly stripping down the thin layer of clothing you were still wearing, leaving you masked only. Despite her flat chest, i never noticed that great figure she had. You stood beside my bed, bare naked. I felt wrong about it but could have been a fitting ending to playing around and being *****. You didn't disappoint me, that passion inside you was splendid, more than my wife ever provided before she passed away. It was very, how to say, kind of disturbing seeing a youthful woman like you demonstrate something as sensual to an old man like me. She couldn't have been in it for the money because i paid her more than she would ever need and when our ******* transcended, you left without a comment, not asking for anything. I tried to have a conversation but even during our intimacy your rim stayed tight. It took one encounter to get me addicted, my will to live came back, i wanted to experience more of that.

The next morning i rang my bell to request her presence. I couldn't go to a bathroom alone so i had her living in my mansion where she could take care of my needs whenever necessary. During weekends i had my chauffeur replace her while she went home to her parents. For me, i only had a son remaining who would regularly visit me but hadn't done it for months. My summons got answered by the chauffeur who shouldn't have been here today. He had a look that told me something bad had happened. Apparently the maid was found dead on the side of a road and had been so at least twenty-four hours.

"Then who did i..." was i going to ask before i got interrupted by a phone call from my son who said he had already assigned me a new caretaker and abruptly left the country himself.

I was devastated, nothing made sense, i wanted to be alone as i had lost yet another person in my life who i might have felt stronger about than my own son. But when the sun went down, you drew near, arriving from my tears, wearing that same mask. Just how. I had million questions, you put your lips over mine and hushed me before i could say anything. I was confused but my lust for you was even bigger.

"Please don't leave me," i begged you
You nodded and the following day you really came again. I didn't know if i was being haunted or if it was a side effect of my medications. Eventually i asked you to remove your mask. It didn't take much to persuade you and as expected, the face of my maid was revealed under. Things got weird after i attended her funeral and confirmed her body with my own eyes. At the beginning i thought she could have faked her death for some reason or had a twin, except that tiny mole under her nose, no one could have had it as identical. Our final meeting in my bedroom, it was the first time you advanced without your disguise and then it suddenly hit me. You didn't have that mole there, just who exactly were you.

"Medical advances are pretty amazing but who would have guessed you'd notice something like that," you muttered.

"Ah, so it was my flesh and blood from the start," i thought to myself while being choked between your blood-stained hands.

Dipping toes into water which is cold, spoiled milk not water, know your expiration dates, late night drinks in a bathtub, literally chilling, why is it cold.
Royal butler, hand me that towel, do my nails while you're at it, no, not my hands, my toes i said, how useless can one be, just make some hot tea.
Dry tea, dry hands, swollen hands and tongue on fire, so hot but oh, so cold, temperature must be broken.
All my servants are useless, moved by money, piece of paper but when burned, still cold, can't eat nor drink.
Everyone's fired, only incompetence can be compared to this water, no fish can live there, no wishes can come true.
I'm not spoiled, milk is, poured the whole tank full of it, better drink, become one with the sea, lifeguards won't come to rescue.
Become the amphibian you are, see if anything wet can be found, plenty money to give, just find someone new but enough was done.
Pride got bigger of the better, rule was over, bathing in money but nothing to spend on, drunk from authority, no self capability
Falling asleep, it's salty and hardening, get me out, completely frozen but no one came.