Smokescreen

illuminative sky
all the clouds hide
under the days sleeve
until the day dies
smokescreen lies
everything's what you make it
red or blue pill
it still won't matter how you take it
or how you break it,
the imaginative borders
like an explorer
causing all disorder
damage like a mortar
havoc on a planet
opposing thought process
i almost can't stand it
exhaustion of mind
rest is granted to the higher
the wicked never lifted
i only sink int0 my fire
breathing fumes and smoke
and that's all that i desire
my heart only awoke
but ripped out with plyers
only i required
the sweet simple feeling
never thought it would
feel so revealing
so appealing
it left me blown away
out of my mind i find
that today's flown away