Just a fantasy and none that you've experienced so far is real.
There will be a time when your truth is questioned,
And lies will be your redemption.
Isn't this a twist? Like you living in an alternate reality?
The scale in your eyes will soon fall off,
And you will stop calling hell a bluff.
You will see the riches that thou hath gathered scattered,
Vanity which was once your one and only brother
Will come visiting bearing gift and sorrow tidings,
Only for you to look yourself in the Mirror with self pity.
You will want all to end but death won't do you the favour,
You will seek to weep but the tear duct will dry up,
You will find out that you've lived in obscurity for too long,
And light can only blind you the more.
Your voice are now echoes that ferry with the aimless wind,
And travels to and fro at will.
Somehow you will wake up, I don't know how
But this I know that your mind kept you in doubt,
Those times, you were trapped in the walls of your mind
Vanity upon vanity intertwined.
Birthed a hell out of own selfish and devilish desires,
And made you a home in this blistering coals of fire.
