Driving
Inevitably
Oh sweet
addictions of the nihilistic realm
Grant me
prescriptions from Doctor Dream’s soul
Ruled
from up high we try and fly
There’s
no reason but to get high for we die
Bestowed
from hell we descend into heaven
They look
like angels but, see the horns of the demon
Chilled
fear is the spear of reality in that nether sphere
Now
caught in the struggle to break free into the clear
Deliberate
confusion is this acceptance of a reality delusion
Where
emotion and feeling is king in this irrational collusion
Known is
the tragic logical conclusion
But human
is the nearsightedness of instant gratification
Then
peace is a dream for fear of the future rules
Celebrating
that were ignominious fools
We can
back away from the candy cloud highway
But there’s
contradiction in our minds because weakness is the causeway
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