Beware. The Daleks Are Coming.

Theres always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Maybe true, but by "tunnel" it implies its horizontal.
I wish. It seems pretty fucking vertical if you ask me.
A hole. With slippery walls that if you try climbing, you just fall back down.
The light is a carrot on a stick. There to make you try harder and harder to reach it. But you wont.
The light is hope. And as we all know, there is always hope.
Only because we so fucking blinded by the light.

Were so blind we cant see that hope is exactly the same as religion.
A fucking fairy tale made to make us happy.
There to stop us from realising how everyone is fucked.
People seem to turn their backs on reality and delve into their imagination. Because its so much nicer.

Its a place where everyone can be happy,
everyone can be strong,
everyone can have fun,
everyone is perfect.
Because your imagination is perfect.

But the only thing perfect in this world is yourself.
You are the perfect human being.

Which in turn means that everyone else is imperfect.

I cant wait to get the fuck out of here, and go into my imagination.
Its so much nicer.