They lead us with glitters,
then push us into darkness.
They curse the skull,
but carry one proudly.
We asked for a bright future.
Now we sleep,
and the future runs.
Doors glow with names we don’t know.
Dreams are sponsored.
Truth is rebranded.
Even the fire feels designed.
Even silence feels sold.
This isn’t the end.
It’s the ad break
before the end.
Artist
spellamin
Reality
LOST