Trapped in a gaze where time stand still. Connected to a blur sensations deformed. We are to drown just to become. Another set of eyes among the millions.
Reality, this spiteful snake,. Rearing its ugly head. Venom dripping from its grin. As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way. . If given a thousand years to collect,.
End this debate. No need to dream of solace. I'll be your truth in this game that is life. Your will withering away. Among the comatose but insight's not your fate.