black, i got your back

never mind

it was all lies,

because it makes sense to

join a wave

when idealism never touches heaven

belief does.

so unreal isn’t it?

it pains, it hurts, it is real

vivid.

never mind the forgery

done so well,

a taste of hell,

or a slice of heaven showing

truth

it is hard to tell

when clear is clear,

in a realm

no one wants to talk about

i love you.

do you now understand?

voices muted,

because the crowd has become a face,

in a story

whose wave has come.

so empty when it lacks spirit or heart,

you are a non believer,

does it make it less real?