• Its happening again
    I close my eyes
    all I see
    A strange new world
    Unfolds for me
    It is not real
    It cannot be
    For in this world
    They notice me
    A shadow and flesh
    Lungs thats breathe
    And a flourishing soul
    How could this be?
    It is just a dream
    My minds illusion
    Created from anger, sadness, and confusion
    From the fires I rise
    Out from my perdition
    Saddly it was only
    What my psychosis invisioned