deception is my fortress;
the only shelter i trust.
confined from demons,
and the evil ones i lust.
the corrupt have come to damage my spirit.
all innocence is lost with fear of resistance.
the conformists must comply with the wicked.
the demons have failed to alter my mentality.
it seems to be a triumph, but i have lost.
i am the host of a masquerade full of artificial beings.
every day this pseudo reality becomes more evident.
the longer i attempt to wait this out,
the deeper i am absorbed into it.
caught up in my own rebellion,
i have become the demon i once feared.
where has my fortress of deception gone?
a trace of hope lingers in the thoughts i develop,
yet i no longer have the will to encourage them.
my motivation has been thrust into socialization.
i am constantly depleting myself of my own morals.
why has my fortress of deception gone?
never would i have evolved into the monster i am today if...
never would i...
i expected chaos to be organized, but not well.
i plan to be the single devil in this revolution.
