Dystopian Paradise

In a world that eats you, there is no haven.

Only a false god can make you optimistic.

But it's claws still rip it out.

It's kind cages can lock you in tight.

Not even the sun can smile at you.

Drinking your own madness has a sweet taste of poison.

Our realities are volatile clay.

Our minds are the artists tool.

So many shapes...

Her favorite is Stygian.

We used to see flowers and blue skies.

Now it's just the bleak road of Life.

Angels used to sing us to sleep.

Yet the Devil's violin keeps us happy.

In the absence of flesh, you hex their souls.

Banished from a world once utopian.

I lit a candle for morbid hearts...

since our dreams are kept in asylums.