Void
There’s nothing inside
But a deep, deep hole
It’s all black and white
Color’s just a fairy tale
Does anything really matter?
Does anyone really care?
Purpose is just a word
In a language I can’t speak
Satiate yourself
With fables and lies
Put your hands over your eyes
So you can’t see what’s coming for you
Have you ever really thought for yourself?
It doesn’t seem that way to me
You buy everything they’re selling
Without glancing at the price
Some days I just want to close my eyes
Illusion myself with your fake world
But I cut away my eyelids long ago
And oh, how they burned and bled.
You’re so good at wishful thinking
The best I’ve ever known
But now you’re sitting in a white room
Full of people
And you’re all alone.
You have nothing left to love
But your bootleg friends
And a counterfeit future
Copyright © Max Horton | Year Posted 2018
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