Simulacra

Kaleidoscopic images in the shattered mirror
The organic puzzle gathered piece by piece
By genuine folly
Recreation of long forgotten archetypes

Awakened not by your own will
The whim of those who fell spiritually
Into the abyss of self-proclaimed illusions and aggression

That was the principal of you painful delivery
Freak of human nature condemned to live

What could be worse
Than to be rejected by your own creator
What could be worse

Cursed for good and all to walk the earth in dismal solitude
Never to be the part of something corporate

Infatuation with inner freedom
Gave birth to incidental phobia,

Love to hate you

The personality you’ve never had was stolen
In the moment of your conception
They can not take away the only treasure you have in your possession
Distorted love to take the vengeance for lingering in oblivion