Past the endless elusion in which all of it started,
Imaginations and creativity a borderline,
Its line crossed and torn,
This thin line in which the life and talent,
Was held back,
A state of mind,
Only known to yourself as breathing,
But a lie you breathe into your lungs,
A deceiving gas you breathe in,
Which with ever breath you take,
Rids you of innocent and individuality,
With every breath you take a second is gone,
And closed to death your life becomes,
Just sit in front of that mirror,
And watch the skin get pulled towards the earth,
Gravity calling you to the soil,
Where you will lie in your grave unknowing…
