The toxins taste like chilled cherries
Once your purpose is as buried as pharaohs past.
Inside the pyramid lies a myriad of “I could haves” and “I should haves”.
The psuedo-inspiring passion you occasionally display
is actually a masquerade, further showcasing
your intrinsic disarray.
You actually believed escaping was your choice.
Purposelessness succeeded in convincing you;
that poison is as delicious as frozen fruits
…..I should die for some chilled cherries right now.