Ian Petch Poet I do not know?

Mass Illusion

Beside and in my arms there are so much sighs
Holding it to prove that there’s nothing in this life
In this I now exist, and there’s nothing left to hide

This is all in our heads, I could never really see
Feeling instead, my eyes will just deceive
The day that I fall is the day that I breathe

You stand so far away as I judge you inside
I see it all so clear, the things you’ve denied
Even if I try, you’ll never realise

You’re thrown into life and taught to see in the dark
A mind that was once pure has been given its mark
This is what you’ll be until you don’t relax

Dreams can fall apart if there’s nothing to hold
They will swallow you up and chew ‘til you’re old
The breeze that takes your heart and makes you so cold

Outside I see the trees, their beauty brings sin
Soon corruption taints, it burns the forest from within
Such is the basic law of claiming everything

Among the desperate sounds that I can hear in your world
There’s bleeding and there’s hate and a soul that you sold
There is no escape; you’ve become the black hole

Synthetic minds and synthetic rules
A shallow little mind and a love for its use
Let’s make some paper now or we will just lose

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