Alternate reality or lies?

I'm writing in a notebook with a black pen,

the twist?

The pages are black as well.

I'm fighting a battle,

against the universe itself.

I'm looking through a stained glass window

but all I see is black cinder.

I'm running in a race,

trying to find their real face

but I'm lost in this maze.

I'm locked up in a prison,

there's no way out

other than to run.

It's time to leave everything behind;

time to play it in rewind.