I've entranced myself into an eternal dance where the truth glides across my skin and I always stare into the eyes of my lie.

I can't sleep because I matter so little

our egocentric presentism
colliding confidence and anxiety
faking our ability to be heartless,
godlike
hoping one day our masks will
glue to our face
who are we?
what a simple question,
anything and everything that ever existed
trapped in bodies with brains
that can't even understand its limits
let's act like we are all the cosmos
until we feel it's real
facts are facts
truth is truth
but i'm realizing
i've only scratched the surface on what
it means to be "you"

Four parts, woven together
Uniting all universal truths
What others do with it's powers
Only the future will prove

The *first strand displays the world's true nature
Destroying everything it creates
We become unwanted children
Who have learned to incorporate
Killing in our communities
Biting, grinding flesh and bone
Swallowing with guilt free demeanors
Only leaving foul-stenched excretions as evidence

Second Strand speaks of our basic biological anxiety
To deny the terror of death
Imperatively born, emerging from nothing
Given a name and consciousness
Hopelessly abandoned from the beginning
Only to be fated always with everlasting death

Strand three
We hide underneath the
"Vital lie of the character"
Pretend to be shining knights in armor
Who will make us forget our
Unconscious anxiousness of death
We all work to attain prestige, money, and the
Fleeting feel of immortality
Worshiping Gods with clay feet
And when our beliefs are attacked
"Holy wars" becomes the pseudonym for
Our immortality projects

The last strand
All the efforts we put into
Making this Earth perfect
By eliminating scapegoat "enemies" and "evil" deities
We end up making everything filthy
In the effort to make everything right and pure
We turn the Earth's soil black and color the sky red
We strived for utopias, making dystopians
All these actions seem unconscious
But it is not the animals nature or
Evolutionary process
It's just us trying to pretend
We don't have perishable bodies;
Trying to deny death