A fallacy, pretentious and normalised Innately defined of which claims reality rejects Encloses the screams of forced commitments, Despair remains silenced, No one wants to be here But they can't cut off their limbs, or switch lanes No one's done it without spiralling out of existence Struck by constant revulsion on sight Strings of sanity sieved from the sheaths of the conscious The urge to assuage loneliness cruelly descending in deepened solitude Soft hearts turned stone Apathy dissipates Boxed in, then locked out Great walls erected to impede desertingΒ Β Bricks piling on as bloodied fists and claws scrape to break them down Grid never empties as more piles descend a game only over when agony triumphs
Or maybe the soul breaks free to dance with the stars