Caught between denial and confusion
Addictive comfort in delusion
What is right is what is wrong with me.
Back to reality –
A life insurance policy
When I’m gone this is what’s left of me –
A dollar sign, a theft, a dream
in which we’d see, trust, love, believe
If we could wake up
from the lies we’re fed on silver spoons that splinter –
The taste is bitter on my lips
Kissed with an afterthought –
Ignorance is bliss.