Title: Concave Insanity
Fandom: Inception
Characters: None. No established POV
Method: Poetry
Summary: This is reality. This is your reality. This is my reality. Are you sure about that?
A/N: Please just bear with me. The form goes with the poem, you'll see ^_^
The world does not fit.
The globe spins a tilt.
The axis wobbles undefined
The sky darkens hatred lined.
The world does not fit now.
Not my point of view.
Not my blackened perspective.
It has broken my directive.
The world never did fit.
On my own my loneliness one.
Isolating solitude with a
Charcoal grey smoking gun.
This world is not yours.
You believed in something else.
A castle built from solid dreams.
A figment reality where nothing is what it seems.
This world is not mine.
The buildings lined their narrow straits.
The structure glass of fragment stares.
The deceptive curl of perpetual stairs.
This world does not belong
With scraggled colours hues and divine
Soaked in saturation of vivid pigments
Too strong to fight and to fuzzy to define.
This world does not belong here.
Sitting in my head with thoughts unsaid
Crawling beneath skin and flesh
To recall the lies and truths that together mesh.
This world is not here
Today tomorrow or the next.
It vanished long ago and existed into never.
Forever forward into future fixed.
This World was Never Here