All that glitters and gleams
aren’t really what they seem.
Their sheen is meant to blind your sight,
remove your fight,
suppress your light.
Ecstasy becomes agony
stagnates your soul
turned into a corpse
no voice to be heard.
All it takes
to get yourself back
is to remove the beautiful straitjacket
and keep your dreams intact.
Don’t be fooled by the promises…
