My own words

This bright light once was and now lost
in the depths of chaos I rest
Words bounce off you're ignorant soul.
Ha. Even if it seems like I can't get my words accross,
I can, you're just too deleuded to even attempt to listen.
I see the way the words reflect eachothers sad knowledge, each time a part of youreself is stolen and forgotten. One can only live like this for so long.
What kind of world do we live in, where you're enemies are always watching.
Where you're friends live in seperate worlds.

We are much deeper than you're average everyday idiot, following blind faith and persuing the unreal. Will you live to tell you're tale? Will you live to truely share the real, unreal experience with me?
Every time knowledge is lost, it is replaced with a bounding force, in-which everyone shares the exact same thought. It is only unnoticeable because of it's ease, and friendliness. This bounding force will be the death of any wishing for true essence.