White Noise
My abode mirrors my heart
Dark, dismal, uninviting
Evil
Opinions become facts
That's how it's always worked
Truth doesn't exist
Truth is the decision of a majority
Nothing around me seems real
Even the light is artificial
Why is it all so confusing?
Surely, my life has meaning?
I need knowledge, I crave it
I must know
The meaning of my existence
The meaning of
All this
White
Noise