it was all a dream

Is it unfathomable

To believe we're already dead?

Could it just be that you're

All figments in my head?

Illusions on the surface

Fabricated ideologies

Call me delusional

Feed my anxieties

I should'nt think so much about it

The notion is maddening.

That all the world's suffering

May not even be happening.

But they are! Was this necessary?

What's the point of it all?

Torturing artificial feelings

Byproducts of a creation so flawed.

Another case of trial and error.

Cause when we're all gone

The only proof we were even here

Is everything we did wrong.