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