My Dream

Try not to focus
On the swarming flies and locusts
That tediusly tear into your sweat flesh,
The lies like you, you tast fresh.

Is the consciousness a lie that the subconsciouse tries to deny?
Corrupted, scared and hateful,
Empty Stars in a hollow halo, in the morbid cradle of contentment, whispering half-truths and riddles of the Ending.
Media reduced to shadows.
“Open your eyes!” cry the few.
Millions rot in blissful ingorance.
THIS IS MY DREAM! DOOM IS YOU BELIEF!
Control the weak.
False love and false hate, false love and false hate,
Thats all there is to comemorate.
TOO LATE! TOO LATE!
No chance for a fresh slate or shining new state.

And from your frozen swarm a New Dawn will come.

Welcome to my world, my dream.

By Black Ice

blond, blue eyes, average hight, ambitious, motivated,