Let me out
The unreality wherein I err,
a dystopia that exists on no map,
resonates like a freakish hell
and has me shout 'let me out'
The atemporality wears me out
I now reckon there's no hope
left for us to better our lives:
The demons within, our new trope
no rhythm no love
no meetings no laughs
let me out or make me die!
A tune without a melody
has now taken over
A novel without a voice
has become the new norm
A performerless performance
of which we're but a part
is now the harshest of science experiments
For I have henceforth realised
the most important of lessons:
this reality I'm erring in
is a commonplace that exists on all maps
It reasons like a fallen angel
and had me forget about ever going out
