Conspiracy Theories

I want a being who would never betray me

Who isn’t

Layers upon layers

Who isn’t overwritten

With narrative

Who isn’t saying it

For a buck

Or a game

Or to be the master of lies.

There is no path in this morass

I cannot put the burden down

Of knowing that their game is four dimensions

And I can only see three, two, one.

There needs to be someone that isn’t a mask

A persona in their matrix

A little twist to lead to the abyss

With no one to trust

So I’m punch drunk.

There is no resistance without trust

And there is no trust.