OUR “BROKEN” PIECES

We are All made up of Broken Pieces.

We must Play a Game of Truth or Dare.

The game of Life is Rigged against us.

This New reality just isn’t Fair.

There are no more Truths to Speak of;

So, Forcibly, we Must take the Dare.

Hoping some Good will come of it,

Before we Vanish into thin Air.

We are All affected,

By this Artificial World around us.

It’s Foreign it’s Dangerous,

A blind Death surrounds us.

Pointing a finger Randomly,

At those who’s Time has finally come.

Weather they are Guilty or Innocent,

Their brief Existence here is Done.

Like Zombies we aimlessly Roam,

From Hour to endless Hour.

Sun up to Sun down

Searching for the Golden tower.

A Cross made of blinding Light,

Will help lead the way.

Inside burning bloody Cathedral’s,

We obediently Kneel and Pray.

We are All made up of Broken Pieces.

We must Play a Game of Truth or Dare.

The game of Life is Rigged against us.

This New reality just isn’t Fair.

We imagin Fake joys,

Going through the Dating apps of life.

Some Men want a Husband;

But Amazingly, He use to be a Wife

We Sell pieces of our Souls,

For what we Think will make us Happy.

Money, A Job, a College degree;

But it’s All like Sour taffy.

They Lure us in,

With the Promise of Sweet Luck.

Then the Bitterness comes;

and Now we are Stuck.

Special people Come,

But it’s All a Façade.

When the Masks come off,

You see Something rather Odd.

Fake eyes see Fake hearts,

Fake faces Glow in the Dark.

Now, it’s All just “AI”…

A quick “Like” and then simply Goodbye.

Each Day is like a Prison sentence,

We are our Own jailers.

The Door is open, but we’ve Lost the key;

So we Sit in the corner like Vultures.

We are All made up of Broken Pieces.

We must Play a Game of Truth or Dare.

The game of Life is Rigged against us.

This New reality just isn’t Fair.

The Sun comes up,

It’s another Day in Hells paradise.

Designer rags and Filters are our Escape,

Hoping Online Fame discovers us.

We Walk down city streets,

And Pretend not to See.

A car Crash here, a Death over there;

Just another Crack that will eventually Shatter me.

Where are my Rose Colored glasses?

This Reality is too Bright.

It Consumes me, it Weakens me;

I’ve Lost my Will to Fight.

My Vision’s getting Blurry,

My Self-imposed Blinders are too Dark.

I don’t want to Feel what’s Around me,

I known this World is falling apart.

Another Cop’s beating.

Another Mass shooting.

More Unanswered prayers.

Another Mob rioting and looting.

We are Now acting on Instinct,

We try to Leave our Humanity in the Past.

A Global war is Looming,

None of this was ever Built to Last.

We are All made up of Broken Pieces.

We must Play a Game of Truth or Dare.

The game of Life is Rigged against us.

This New reality just isn’t Fair.

Then, the Inevitable happens;

The Bombs cross in mid Air.

No more Sound no more Noise,

We simply look Up with Cell phones and Stare.

The Anticipated destruction,

A Calm welcoming Peace.

The Knowledge of a quick Ending,

Brings a Global Sigh of Relief.

No thoughts of Possessions.

No Tears or Sorrow.

No Regrets of lost Love.

No Expectations for Tomorrow.

We came into this world Alone and Crying,

Letting the world Know we are Alive.

Little did we know it was only Temporary;

Luckily, GODS creations never Die.

Finally, that Blinding light;

The one you See at the End of your Life.

All is Still all is Quiet;

Finally, you can say Good night.

Too bad it Doesn’t last,

As a paramedic Shocks you back into Existence.

Sirens Blairing people Screaming;

You ask, “Why have you Done this?”

You brought me Back to the “Living”,

Where are my Children and my Wife.

Why did HE not welcome Me?

I am Sick of this New worlds Life.

We are All made up of Broken Pieces.

We must Play a Game of Truth or Dare.

The game of Life is Rigged against us.

This New reality just isn’t Fair.

Years come and Years go,

As the World is remade in a Few days.

Nothing is as it Once Was,

Your Life is a dark red Haze.

You can no longer Walk,

A Mask helps you to Breath.

Everyone you knew is Dead.

“WHY, DID YOU FORSAKE ME”!

You have more Cracks than before,

Pieces of you are Falling off.

You can’t Speak you can’t Laugh,

All is Left is a heave Muffled cough

What remains are Burning reminders,

Of what we chose to Destroy then Re-create.

We have No One to blame for Any of this,

Because this was Always americas Inevitable Fate.

We are All made up of Broken Pieces.

We must Play a Game of Truth or Dare.

The game of Life is Rigged against us.

This Old now New reality, from its Origins, was Never meant to be Fair!