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Jan 05, 2005 02:36

This is reality
This is not a dream
This is,
as it is,
as I am,
as we are.

Lost...

drowing in the liquid sky

falling to the
cold,
dry,
cracking,
ground

I watch the ceiling crumble
and wrap myself up
in a blanket of starlight

I see the fog decending
my vision starts bluring
I close my eyes
and take the final leap

I am born
and I am blind
I am mute
and I am dying

I am trapped
inside the foundations
that I built
inside my mind

I want to break
this magnificently decorated
meticulously painted
unguarded,
frail
eggshell of a soul
and pour out the light
that I see inside

we are kept in darkness
lost in pain
being eaten by the silence
of suffering the game.

this is a dream
this is not reality

I am
as it is
as it was
as we are

finding our way
out of this illusion
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