Maybe under all the glamour and glitz,
We’ll finally uncover the seedy truth,
Concealed by troubled hearts blackened to ashes.
We’ll discover the distance from the mountains of elation as we tread the salty waters of tears.
And eventually, our thoughts will all converge into a biting silence filled with agony and confusion.
We’ll be blinded, writhing in pain like the creatures of the earth, crawling on the dust, feeding on white powders and exhaling plumes of grey smoke.
Treasuring moments when heavenly interferences cause us to rethink and be moulded into a flawless vessel.
Burning tatters and tears in old garments in a rising fire, consuming dead lives.
Fascination with realism turned into fascination with the procedure of gentle demise somehow.