What Is Reality

What are you? I ask. A never-ending cycle of pain and sadness? The blood runs cold, where we choose to dance. Bringing my soul to a party and beginning to gamble. In what way may i stay safe? And not allow my life to turn to shambles. Perhaps i should just run...and never cease to strafe far away from this dangerous place. In a place where sound has no vibration, And where sight has no light… I begin to ponder the many stumbles in my life. Why do you judge so harshly? If i make the simplest mistake i’m shunned for eternity! A historic hierarchy that will never be broken! And not a soul nor epiphany can change that. A disturbed body can’t make a broken soul new...how would it even make sense? It’s not something you hear at night, And it’s not something that can be seen at night. It’s a cold and it’s a shattered brain. That can no longer think for itself… Thank you society... For showing me just how cruel the world can really be. Thank you also… For finally not lying to me.