Buried, Submerged...
Convinced we have to be different
Convinced that beauty has to be unique
We build a form entirely hollow
Our sole purpose a beautiful ending
Claiming we want to stay alive
We devour our own fantasies
Take out the rib of fiction
Molding a new reality
But since we are not God, we fail to breath in life
Then we cry and darken the world
Claiming it hath not mercy
We dream of a perfect world
While draining out the perfection
It's no longer about the perfect imperfection
It's now about the perfect delusion
...Buried, Submerged...we are truly lost
And since the lost see no light or hope
It's okay to say ...It is a dark world.
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