Immenent Divide

Can't help but believe that the falsehoods in fairytales are the only things that are real

 

Love a made up emotion where once you fall you'll always fail 

 

Security and destiny manipulation of the mind meant to make you lose yourself and waste up all your time

 

Feeding off your sunlight as the darkness in it grows smiling in your face as it rips apart your soul. 

 

An illusion, so vivid you feel it head to toe undeniable the emotion that steadily starts to grow. And you just know.

 

Then right before your eyes the butterflies all die, and in your gut they sit and rot as you take in all the lies. No closure only pride, just questions no replies. The fact behind the fairytale, is there's an imminent divide.