Vessel and a Voice

Born without a choice, I'm just a vessel and a voice, plunged into a hole with all these chocolate covered souls. Zombies in a void, living dead out to destroy, and we're all playing roles, whether a hero or a troll. The ego's like a toy, so fragile when employed, and all the damage takes its toll, you're just fractions of a whole. Trying to pick up all the pieces, and smooth out all the creases, looking to be enlightened when you're in the dark and frightened, and all the demons in disguise give you offerings of lies, on the surface it looks nice, but it always has its price. Want an easy way out, not a chance, might look fulfilling at a glance, want enlightenment, you're better off sticking a light bulb up your ass. Every day thinking this moment will pass, you want answers but you never get them when you ask. Take off the mask you need a breather for your spirit, but you don't know truth when you hear it.