That people would want to bury themselves
in nothing but pure fiction -- in both reality, and in reading
concerns me to no end ....
For man to concern himself with fantasy,
instead of the monster we call reality -
is unto itself, the greatest fallacy of all man kind.
As an ever rising flood of pain embellishes itself,
wraps us like a warm blanket forgiving no fear ;
leaving no trace of ourselves in the reflection
it's overwhelming wake of power
consumes us to no end
Again, ...we find no love in war ;
In the final hours
we find our hopes
only there inside
of our dreams
reality lost
in the fields
of manufactured
free thought
we are appeased
