Verisimilitude

how’s it feel when the world starts to crumble?

when everything starts to collide in a massive catastrophe

when you feel so alone

that nothing makes since

then the realization come to mind
that maybe the world is the problem

it’s the vicious poison that captures everyone
blinds them from the truth

like a blood thirsty spider, waiting for some stupid, unintelligent insect to
crawl into her trap

it’s what people ignore to see
the plain dead truth

it’s called reality