Somewhere a structure, a dark skyscraper
Stretches from the soil to beyond
Securing a soul, searching for a source of escape
Surrounded by the support of snakes
The soul climbs a hidden staircase to reach the stars
The skyscraper of worlds
Formed from stars on top of stars
Spheres of societies stacked neatly
Never had one stumble into a new star
Yet
Stage one was a beautiful modern world
The sky was striking as the sun shined
But adjust your sight
Past the light lies a strange scenery
The soul sings for truth, but silence rules society
Their subject must be shut down
“Special little subject, what a sight for sore eyes”
Skies of screens surveil souls of this limited society
The superstition of the eyes in the sky
The sleep that seduces souls
Into sweet satisfaction
To sustain successful suppression
Wishing to soar, the soul seeks out the system
The source to set their spirit free
One day, like the striking squalls on a sail
Soaring toward the sun with all their strength
The soul becomes a sharp scythe that slices the skies
Splitting the soul
On the other side
Somewhere a structure, a dark skyscraper
Stretches from the soil to beyond
Securing a soul, searching for a source of escape
Surrounded by the support of snakes
The soul stares at the staircase
Of the second stage
Sliding into the in-between
The soul stared at the system’s grand doors
Huge smooth silver doors
Silence grew louder
With no skies to spy
Time for the soul to make a surprise escape
Stumble from the first structure to freedom
Shoot towards the skies
The soul sprints through shining doors
“Special little subject, a spineless soul who dares for the skies”
The second structure of another fake
The sun sweeps shame over the soul
The stunning sky shifts into a steel pipe
That struck their stone-cold hope
Structure shadows structure
Stage shadows stage
A smooth suffering
Simple slanderous bliss
The system shaped the towered structure
Like layers of cake stacked, sealed, secured together
Layers and layers of sweet, salty, seedy lies
How many shining doors to getaway?
“Special little soul, the perfect specimen”
The supervisor remains full of skepticism
For the strangled small soul
Has soared past their stage
Sentencing themselves to another stronghold
Strange for a subject
To escape false serendipity
For significance sinister surveillance
To see the soul who can see beyond the screen
Sickness stirs in the soul
Suppressing the stars
Wishing for a saviour
To save the souls of shallow subjects from the system
Endless it seems, but the little soul will sneak, slither and steal
To snatch small souls for the starved spiritless
The soul stares beyond the sky
Beyond the screen
Surrender or seek sanctuary
If one can even survive beyond the skies