The Wrong Life
by Warlond Androgas Arkane
I am losing touch with life,
The prism that I am trapped in.
Ask me if I can do what I wish,
And find the answer of no all over.
And if you should fall into this life,
Seek no more for exits are non-existent.
You will find what I found,
Nothing to your liking.
And all that you cared for,
Would be forgotten in an instant.
All around would be no images, just black.
Never ending, parodies of life and hate.
It is not all right, even if you think so.
But if you wish to be away from there,
You could wish for such a thing,
Only to have it granted over decades.
It may seem funny that way,
For it takes merely an instant to enter.