Look at reality as an inexistant force.
An inexistance, a formality,
That controls the minds of those who choose to believe it.
Those who don't believe are either already long gone,
Or are trapped.
Trapped within the implication,
Struggling to break free.
Free from the ever higher reaching walls of my mind in which my voice lies,
Struggling to breath.
Choking on a hypothosis, Wishing I understood what this was,
And what I was supposed to do.
Wishing I could hide from the demon that lies within,
Silent and peaceful,
Until the voices are awoken,
Summoned to ensure I am forever without escape.

Roxanne Royer

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