Scriptz Get You High

There’s a script behind everything.
Hollywood,
Sports,
Celebrities,
Politicians.
Civilians…

And,
It doesn’t matter how you look at it!
With only two choices to pick from.
Red pills,
Blue pills.
Either see the truth for what it is or dive into a sea of tears for a chance to get drunk…

Without a worry in mind…

My choice?
Neither!
Since I would rather die first,
And,
Blackout as I’m writing my verse.
Dire consequences follow every witness,
So,
Why thirst for what I purge from my sight perforated by urges darkening my horizons?…

Insanity stalks me just to give my soul a glimpse into our future.
Because,
For the light,
I abide in adamantine faith inspecting me for wounds to suture.
But,
Not the kind you’d find in a White House meant for beggars,
Barbarians and sore losers.
I mean,
The kind where you smile in the face of defeat,
To rise and accomplish a feat,
Done when devolving your vices onto what creeps!
Up to you shoulder each moment you stand your ground.
Those demons you need to squeeze while watching them suffer and shout,
In pain they deserve for eternity…

Nonetheless,
Trials and tribulations are expected all throughout life.
You may be hot and ‘triumphant’ with truth from time to time,
But,
What will you do when silence is pervaded by the bitter Blues,
While your demons hold hands and dance to your escalating cries?
More so,
What will you decide when you figure out it just wasn’t what it seemed,
After wiping off your teary eyes,
For putting every bit of faith in your soul behind every lie ‘those’ curtains hide?…