Our reality is an island in a sea of fiction,
And now my life is fueled by little more than curiosity.
To accept a truth is to become a contradiction.
I'm a cat doomed to be killed by the Maker's ferocity.
We cower and hide to escape our Maker's scorn.
My faith slipping with the fall of humanity.
We die a false life that we know was never born.
The fall of us all and the fall of our sanity.
We cling to our lies and pretend we have not sinned.
We cling to a rock in an endless Winter.
Our ambitions and missions are dust in the end.
Our Mother is smothered in every disease that we sent Her.
So we wait. We lie. We waste our breath.
We nourish a curse only lifted at death.