I didn't write this and no it's not some sappy shit. It is true it seems. A friend who goes by AshersDiana wrote this. A very sweet friend.
Illusions
You look at my face
and see the smile pasted there…
I meet your eyes and let you
smile back at me, a charade.
I can see through the mask you wear,
see your sin…
Do my best to hide my own,
lest you break the façade.
And still I see you, struggling
to maintain the mask…
I want to know why,
why persist with this killing game?
We are all animals,
eating, sleeping, fucking, shitting…
And everything else is just fodder
on which to lay blame.
The money, the cars, the house, the career,
all material things…
What really matters?
What fills you up and makes you warm?
Let go of the self others have made you,
find the real you within…
Welcome it, embrace it, good, bad and all,
or else find yourself torn.
Demons lurk within us all,
no one is spared the torture…
Of living in a world of illusions,
nothing real or sincere.
Always fighting, striving,
reaching for something better…
Face it, my friend, all there is,
is anger, darkness and fear.
This world is a false place,
telling us lies, enticing us all…
With promises of love, plenty
and fairy tale happy endings.
What it fails to mention is that
there is no reward in the end…
The only gift is the grave
that this world of ours will be sending.
