Our True Selves Poem by Ethan Wilson

It is a dark day when we are revealed
Men fall to their knees and the women weep
There is no going back as our fate is sealed
And angels fall into the abyss, so dark, so deep

Our flaws, our virtues, our minds burn
Death is so pleasant a lovely thought
We stumble, we fall, we wish we'd learn
Wanting to run forever and never be caught

Last night I cracked and today I'm broke
You say you still love me though you're quiet
I am anxiously hallucinating your blood I've soaked
My fantasy and reality mingling I can't fight

I hope for a better day as you prophesise
Where we stand tall in freedom that untruth
We can go where we want destroy the disguise
I hope we can be whole again, I hope it be soon