Sunday, December 23, 2007

The Same Old Theme

The entire world is a drug
A mere figment of a very
Cruel imagination.

He could have thought of beautiful crystals
He could have thought of peace
But He chose to gift the world with
Retarded lies and disease.

Reality is an illusion;
It refuses to go away
Can I go to my own sweet world
Of red evening sunsets and Starlight Glades?


crazed_mellow said...

hey man u be really coming along as a poet.

Ess Dee said...

thanks man :)

Anonymous said...

you are scaring me man...


Sanjoo said...

:) it be nice!