Dis-illusionment

Come thundering into me,

Please,

I’m entranced by you.

The violence of the illusions,

The mystery of what lies beyond,

Not just for the betterment,

How long?

How long can it go before the cracks seek rift beneath?

Scramble neurons,

Wobbly organs,

Gray matter,

Gone where only MRIs can see.

I’m curious if they will even be able to find me

Or was this all well intentioned,

And just went so very, very wrong.