‘Reality’ is an empty promise
A word manufactured and fitted
To address this infectious disease
Us humans call life
Because material items,
Deeply rooted beliefs,
And honest emotions,
Only exist within our heads
And if my perception were to be so askew
As to deem myself dead
Then I’m living in the 7th ring of hell
We are fragments of projected images
A wasteland for forgotten dreams,
Useless prototypes,
From the stars that shine in our imaginary minds
We are just fragments of a masterpiece
That we cannot even see
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC
‘Reality’ is an empty promise
A word manufactured and fitted
To address this infectious disease
Us humans call life
Because material items,
Deeply rooted beliefs,
And honest emotions,
Only exist within our heads
And if my perception were to be so askew
As to deem myself dead
Then I’m living in the 7th ring of hell
We are fragments of projected images
A wasteland for forgotten dreams,
Useless prototypes,
From the stars that shine in our imaginary minds
We are just fragments of a masterpiece
That we cannot even see
