Unveiled

Standard

The escape
Tis fake
To be free
(You may see)
From what?
Tis but
An illusion
Mere confusion
Phantom contusion
Fucked up delusion
(You may scream)
Made up dream
Far from reality
So why?
(You may sigh)
Alas!
Inability to grasp
The bitter truth;
Hard, tough, and crude
Even though
(You may know)
We seek it not
We give thought
To glistening lies
From charming spies
In alluring disguise
Oh Hell!
(You may yell)
We fell
Ourselves
Victims of fate
(You may place)
No one
To defame
No one
To blame
But your own name
Such a bloody shame
(You lost the game)

© Rosh Von Amber 2014

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