life is a perpetual nightmare, just when you think all is well, and the darkness has gone away, it ends up whirling its ugly head around and all you can do is close your eyes and try to wake up.

and if ever i dream...

What is it that surrounds us?
This thing we call a world.
Trapped by lies, misery and deception.
We're only left to get hurt.
Cannot look around
For we cannot say what will be staring us in the face,
Ready to aim their missiles and kill
Or trap in their lies so thickly spun, devour and disgrace.
And watch with absolute pleasure
As we disintegrate.
A black sky, tall buildings heading nowhere.
We're surrounded by it with nowhere to veil.
Drift to a place safer than before
Off to dream of worlds unknown, uninvaded.
Can we ever locate?