Dystopia

The book says, people have no face and we have no eyes. Yet we are expected to drive through. Irony at its best. The enemy at our gates, feeding onto our fear. Either we fight till the end or bite the dust. The garden of Eden flickering before my eyes. Am I hallucinating ? I have lost my innocence. This world is messed up. We are zombies tripping in the dark. My dagger, pointing at your heart. I can't see your hands. Is this evanescence or am I intoxicated ? My thoughts are disintegrating. There is a hole in my brain. A knife is struck at my back. I am here, because you didn't kill me. The pressure for survival is weighing down heavily. I am hearing voices in my head. The phone is ringing, maybe it's a gunshot or the archangel. My senses are clouded. Maybe death is deliverance. Only time can tell, what the real deal is