Tragic Ecstasy

Diving beyond the surface ecstasy,

Drowning in beautiful loving lies.

Your joys aren’t yours, your cries aren’t yours;

They’ve claimed it, and you willingly gave it.

Searching deeper into the priceless fantasy,

Sheering the childhood memories into pieces.

Your lies aren’t yours, your life don’t score;

your defence is useless, the adults are clueless

Of what wonderful dreams they’ve created,

They’ve destroyed.

Peaceful voices singing chorus in harmonic,

An undisrupted land where children would chase their dreams.

How ironic.

How people forgets, how people regrets,

How they treat childishness as rubbish,

How they willingly sign their lives up to devil

Only to retrieve that same lost dream they’ve tossed.

What’s beyond the obvious dopamine,

Beneath the hideous sarcastic truth, is that

Your voice aren’t yours, your poor self is lost

In that endless cycle that causes sweet pain,

In that senseless void that you can’t avoid,

In that painless dream that you long for,

In the tiniest mistakes you’ve made

That made you trade your soul to the devil,

In return for a numb body to face a sharp world.

After all,

Reality is not so far from a dream.

At least, that’s what it seems.

The history warned us no to go extreme;

Yet in chase for redeem

One has contributed to a tragic Shakespeare scene.

7/8/2025