The Writer - Breakdown of Sanity

It’s your turn right now

let me see your steps, let me feel your hesitation

nothing ventured, nothing gained

we know the reproach to yourself

all your reflections as an open secret

all your mistakes as a success, your tears as the pitiful disport

your decisions make us win, follow the guide we gave you

don’t look upward, there’s nothing above you, your eyes aren’t qualified

your memory is your future, can you remember your end?

we are your faith and your fear

we are your inspiration and your overload

you’re all equal

this is your reality, your veiled sight

you can never see

you can put the blame on us

I see you try to grow with your scars, but you fail again and again

you can put the blame on us, this is what we expect

this makes your life so much easier, just close your eyes, follow blindly

in your deepest dreams you can see us, in your lonely hours you can feel us this prison was built for you, you are not ready for the outside

maybe you will never be, maybe you will never see

nothing is more constant than change

so why don’t you change within?

positions won’t change as long as you can’t see the point

till then we will keep observing you.

sneering