Now.  Empty now.

OK, I get it
Dreams don't come true.    
All those things that you tell yourself are okay
are really just bleeding in your basement.    
No matter how many times you slam the door
those skeletons keep poking their fucking heads out
and rattling their taunts.    
Bones on bones, teeth chatter.    
You'll always be a victim
and it will always be an option,
an answer
no matter how wrong you are told it is.  
  
I chose C
But they all read "None of the above".    
No one prepared me for this slow dying disease.    
If I knew all my assumptions were untrue
maybe I could have prepared better.    
I built my life
on the pretty little lies they told me.    
Love conquers all when it's loaded to the teeth,
rattling its taunts.    
A timed mine explosion
that will go off in your life
and leave nothing but a vacuum
where once you at least had your lies
to keep your eyes closed
or pleasantly colored when open.
   
They all lied
and I was a fool to believe when they told me
my feelings mattered
and could be felt over a distance
defying all space and time.    
Gravity is collapsing my minute hopes
into a singularity of worthless matter
which matters none at all
to all who can see.  
  
Its not even worth
the scientific data to collect
because we've seen it all before.    
We know how it goes.    
We know the truth.    
But don't tell him that.    
Let him believe those little lies we told him
so he will keep working and keep believing
that the world actually cares what he's going through.    
He's no exception,
not exempt from all the sick and uncaring things
his ignorance and our patterns predict.
Do you think he'll ever catch on?    
Oh yes, it's inevitible.  
  
Something he was/is holding onto will be false
and he will retreat.    
One by one
they will fall in succession
and the swaying suspension bridge he is on
will snap and fall hard and fast
and he will have nowhere to run.    
Even his make-believe will crumble
and all he'll be left with
is a cold reality.    
 
No one is safe
and no one else cares anyway.  
So let's rattle our taunts
and chase his hope away