Smoke and Mirrors

Into the hallway of nightmares,

Eyes searching for the respite from fear,

The pull from beyond getting tighter and tighter,

Feel the mothership calling you home,

The spirits are loud this evening, aren't they,

As they parade around in faux smiles and joy of laughter,

What seems too good always is,

The sense of impending doom forever looms,

Ever closer, ever nearer,

To the embodiment of life,

To satiate its never ending appetite,

As longing for a purpose creeps into your mind,

As the shadows pull you closer, 

And the darkness seethes and writhes in the corner,

Humanity fading away, reality crashing down,

Ashes, ashes, you fall way way down,

Into the unknown, towards darkness your old friend,

It has come to talk to you,

To preach to a sinner,

To turn you into a believer,

By taking away your faith,

Calling you the Wraith,

Filling you up with hate,

Bringing out your rage,

To all the bastards and the unkind,

This pleasure seems so so fine,

Marching forward, crossing all the lines,

And stomping on the hopes and dreams of the past,

Resisting the urge to stay forever,

To leave a mark so deep, you scar reality itself,

A preview of what's to come,

A levelling of the playing field,

As you let darkness engulf,

The fate that you chose,

The life that you lived,

The love that you squandered,

To the powers beyond your dreams,

The sermons seem fake,

The serenation feels like a mockery,

Smokes and mirrors are all in place,

To impose onto reality

What you belief to be the way

The path of the One,

Show me the way,

That drags you under,

And spits you out a lifeless husk,

For, to deny our own impulses,

Is to deny the very thing that makes us human,

Which is why chicken tastes like everything...