• Look at you, admiring the world, but not really seeing
    blind as a bat peering at your illusionary world
    as if struck with some delirium

    I can't help but feel contempt, malice, hatred
    for those rose colored glasses perched absentmindedly
    in front of you're eyes, almost as if they were set there by accident

    But no, i can see right through you,
    see the webbed cracks forming in the color tinged glass,
    and the way you time and time again adjust their fit,
    just so they stay a fraction of a second longer,

    But soon, soon your shades will break
    and the real world will come, but seem oh so fake

    For now ,you're safe,
    safe from morbid truths and viscous deeds,
    so stay put in your never changing world
    were the wolves all look like sheep
    and you continuously adjust those wretched glasses
    till one day, they hopefully break.