Derealization
I look down at my hands as they start to fade
I feel no pain from the cut of a blade
control your breath so you don't freak
the thought of this makes my stomach completely weak
Think of something else oh please think of something else I beg and plead
The only way to feel real is to hurt and bleed
I can't zone back in that's far gone
I am just a soul this body is temporary one day I just spawn.
I'm afraid of the unknown but my mind won't stop wondering as I am prone.
what is real that I don't know
souls they are all around us as they glow.
Mine is invisible because I am lost.
I would do anything to be my formal self again at any cost
My perception my vision my personality are all a product of an impersonator
I fail to realize who I am why I am here
What is real?
- From Ecstasy
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