Misery dressed in white

Watch as the planets align and decide you fate, condemn you to a thousand pains, judge you by your sins and errors, the ignorance to the higher power above you and stupidity of worshipping false gods. As the Earth moves and secretly conspire against you, the fire is burning in your soul and you can't deny the fever, the will to go back to the old times, when you had your love within your arms warming you as the night got colder and colder. You feel dead, incomplete. You enter in a solemn trance and you see the sun shining as you walk on Eden's Garden for no reason at all. Forgot the memories, you're just re-living your life. Doesn't it feel good? Or does it feel like a slap in your face? Remember where you made your error.
The Gods above watch you as you move trough your mind, seeing the fight in your interior, having no pity, having no mercy, only rage to content their desires. And you feel like a toy in the hands of a child, you feel used, you realise that you're just a puppet of an above power. Deception takes over. Empty becomes your life as you walk trough the streets and see the people smiling, happy and ignorant, unlike you. The chosen, the doomed, the cursed forever more to see the things the other away. And the planets align for you, for your soul remains after your body's death. And in each life you learn an important lesson until you live your last time, the time that you know it all.
You fall into your own blackhole of pity, where the darkness is created by the mind and the pain is operated by voice, the voice of silence. There, insanity is something good, is a thing that everyone has. You take your own body into a dance so you realise, this is nothing more than a fraction of hate. You're just another piece of the puzzle of the God's entertainment. But deep down you know, the soul always remains. You get out of your trance and wonders if it was all a dream. But you don't have to look deep down in your soul to realise that life itself is nothing more than a collection of realities that are futility and weak to the eyes of the God's. You're just another puppet in the hands of the Planets, the real Gods.