Past That Point

Imaginary lines,
People's inner light,
Hell really exists on earth,
Partaking in life is just fighting the good fight.
Preserving children's innocence,
Raised in a bubble,
Naive to the reality,
Demons tax souls every months a struggle.
Credit builds to the eyes,
So much so one cannot see,
Never ending calls from the vicious grinned collectors,
Worries stretch beyond haunting my dreams.
Where do the fallen go?
When things have gone too far,
Us dreary downtrodden know,
Were past that point of riding shooting stars,
Or fulfilling dreams,
That kids often make,
Watch slowly get flushed away,
The becoming adult cares not of young heart breaks.
In the land of opportunity,
Just because your up doesn't mean your ahead,
Hell sees all running their demons in disguise,
Taxing a piece of you every year till your dead.