Our Imaginations; Our Realities

There were grown men on their knees
like crawling children,
reveling in their own s**t,
unable to get up and walk away,
unable to act their ages.
Everyone was an angel with human skin,
shaking down to their knees,
Screaming in gospels of hatred,
dancing in devilish beats and melodies
unheard and unmatched,
Was it all just in our minds?
(I created you,
and you created me
to be everything
we knew
we hated enough 
to love.)
Brilliant minds thrown to s**t,
destroyed by chasing moonlight
until the sun refused to shine
and burnt itself out
into the flames of our intangibility;
the flames of our failures.
Dreams of acceptance
fall as untouchable euphemisms
on our enslaved consciousness,
We all search for the quick escape,
leaving bloody footprints
in every direction.
I try to sleep throughout the apocalyptic reality,
the day-in, day-out, I-don’t-know-what-I-really-want,
eyes forced open by the ugliness of the truth,
society gropes blindly at its beloved ignorance.
You were there,
hand in unlovable hand with your indifference,
I watched you from a distance
as my teeth fell out
one-by-one into precise graveyard-plotted rows.
Was it all just in our minds?

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[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

You have portrayed the sense of what it's all about extremely well.

Great sense of imagery described wonderfully :)