Existance is Futile

In your mind you were never possessed
Soon you’ll decide to give theatrics a rest
They take control of you but are still unimpressed
In a second all your jovial moments they molest
The voices, they always intercept your prayers
Then in unison they sing an adage by voltaire
Although the high pitched screams become to much to bear
Its not until they go quiet that you get scared

When all your best friends turn hostile
When the world travels in a single file
Sit, have a drink, and stay a while
Existance is futile

Your life goals turn into monomania, explode
As the nefarious go from your head to your soul
Making you do things your darkest nightmares couldn’t behold
You’re a good little puppet, always doing what you’re told
Out of the clutches of sanity they steal dominance
You’re a marionette controlled with a flick of the wrist
You topple when the weight of a million souls violently shifts
When the dizzyness subsides you see yourself at the strings provenance

When you can’t bring yourself to smile
When walking inches seems like miles
And nothing ever seems worthwhile
Existance is futile