Don't tell me this isn't a movie.

It is, I just know it.
The characters are all aligned.
Everyone is benign.
Life is divine, and it's a movie.

How could it not be?
The scenes are graphic, the thoughts are real
and the effects are that of, a movie.


I'm not real, but I am real in this movie.
He is a character, she is a character, and we all bond
We all get along and are perfectly placed in the scene,

the scene of this, movie.

Washed up illusions
Painted by the most insane

They’re floating in a fiery space
Where they’ll never land the plane

Do they even care of
How they are, up there?

They’re drowning oh so elegantly,
Destroying slowly all they meet
Because inside they feel so beat

They are so wrong, can’t you tell?
But whom will truly break the spell?