fake Escape

I'm the product of a fake escape where I just sit alone to medicate and dedicate my life to Channing up my pain to a throne that I dedicated to a promise too... I'm sorry I got ahead of myself I'm going to put that back on the shelf I'm a master of myself and my character for only I can bear the burden of life and all of its crafts. and yet I'm here again to decide a choice to forgive or discard a bridge that can discourage my thoughts to Stone as me alone can behold in my archive of memories as in history the winners deceive the opinions of the future as sheep we follow the newest trends and mold and shape ourselves to a fake escape to interpret a world that tries to manipulate and confuse you to who do you pay those dues to whom do you have take on a burden from where did society's words hang from where I the learner have done to be punished by as the killer of Hope as the killer of the freedoms that this world has for to hang is to quote the end of life this society is to have the floor dropped as the book says "be kind and humble to this a good man shall be praised" the "good man" will be buried alone with nothing than his name as the light fades you only see... nothing your blank with no escape but I'm her