A lilac heaven falls from the sky,
And I am whisked away by its grace,
I ponder the likelihood that I too will live among angels one day,
But the lilac hues remind me that my spirit was never meant to roam up high,
So I sigh,
And silently marvel the benevolence of the beings I wish to be,
But wishes don't come true,
When you're down and feeling blue,
The arcade hums and reboots,
And I'm lost once more in the mechanical rhythm of life,
And out of spite, I begin to hum my own tune,
I see my reflection in translucent glass,
Looking back at me,
But I don't look like the person I thought I was,
Nor the person I thought I'd be,
The clicks of the keys around me,
Keep my mind from wandering far,
But I am meant to drift away,
Like a dandelion or a star,
The taps and the blares and the sound
scrapes at my ears,
And gnaws at me,
Until I'm forgotten in the noise...
A screen foretells my fate,
Perpetual doom; sooner or later life will end,
Or at least my virtual one will,
And I'll respawn again with a clean slate,
I wish that's how life worked,
But wishes don't come true,
When you're down and feeling blue,
A crimson hell rises from the ground,
And I am whisked away by its gore,
I ponder the likelihood that I too will live among demons one day,
But the crimson hues remind me that my spirit was always meant to roam down low,
So I know,
And now I silently marvel the malevolence of the beings I will become,
But nothing is ever certain.
