THE ANSWER. by: Samaria Blake
You will wrestle with your mind
You will break down the walls only to find
Your reality was hiding outside
Beyond society beyond time.
I am the creator
Make no mistake I am no savior
I built this world to play with later
Time is the traitor
Can it do me a favor?
I just play with my head
Over and over until all sanity is dead
Until that hunger is fed
Until I can't wake up and can't get out of bed
I can't handle the dread
How much longer should I tread
In these waters
This is starting to bother
I thought I was his daughter
My brains been slaughtered
To even think for a second I couldve been a martyr
"Oh poor me" a little girl who lost her mother
And now I dont exist, what a plot twist
Self sorrow cant get me further
So ill try a little harder
To make it through the days
One after the other
Will I ever escape this and be free?
Only time will tell
But time is just a dream
What a brilliant scheme
Creating illusions that I need
To become who I am suppose to be
That means everyone around me is fake
Bodies around for me to just take
From one to another, a game for a snake
What a deceiving trick
To watch a play and feel its a life you've picked
But wait, isn't it?
Dear God is this the life I chose?
To question my own sanity and take another dose
To enhale fire to even come close
I think I know
The answer is yes and the answer is no.