Fighting Reality
Darkness is pressing down on me
Reality holds my tongue and sneers.
All I can do is freeze as she feeds me the fruit of the poisonus tree
I can't fight, not after all these years.
Light scuttles away in fear
Leaving me helpless
Reality wants me to understand, crystal clear
To her, I am worthless.
I can't fight anymore
There's nothing left that she hasn't shattered
I never do, but I whisper a prayer
What's left of me is scattered
Reality is wearing me down
Picking me apart and laughing
Pushing me down and spinning me around and around
One last look, my hands are bound.
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Fighting Reality
PoetryReality and I are at war. What about, I've never really been sure. But I'm trying my best to figure it out.
