Trapped in the sanctuary of unfathomable lies,
Away from the affliction, desperation and cries,
Far from reality, in a world of their own,
Deluded by a glamour, a glamour unknown.
Tied by the beautiful stems of peaceful, pink flowers,
Captured by the wetness of the rainy day showers,
In their own world they live,
And about others? Not a damn, they give.
Never for a moment, stopping to hesitate,
Their own wrongness, they dare celebrate,
Not knowing the consequences that loom ahead,
Hurt of the others, and their revenges they should dread.
Believing too much in the accuracy of what they do,
Not aware of the hatred they brew,
And yet people follow them, ahead and back,
Not for their personality, but for the popularity catch.
