Title: In Fact, This is How Much I Hate You Author: AuraofConfusion
I'm so lonely in a world in between What is reality, what is fake and who is a dream? A figment of true life and imaginary death A passing of time through the eyes of a dreamer And someone completely unrelated, though important. I'm so blind to my own actions Yet so self aware That I've left body and soul behind in search for what we might call true And to discern from real what is not And concern myself among stars and particles And so many wasted seconds And souls. Many many souls. It has been years since I've felt this To feel again so wasted and withered by who I am And what is really here underneath My grasp My perception My reality... Just a figment of what is to be in later life What I choose to be my own True Reality. My Reality. Fuck dreams, who needs them? A waste of memory for the weak to interpret in to a truer form The mind plays us all for fools And you are a jester in motley whilst I sit a high seat... Not on thrones or on chairs but on clouds and in lightning In everything you are never to be Rain Wind Sands Everything. Because I am reality And you are a dream. I live to segregate you from myself And I am bound to succeed. If only the human in me would let me just Tear myself away. Be free to exist, unperturbed By the likes of dim and philosophically ignorant pre-fabricated carbon copy lifeforms. Like you. Just... like... you. Comments on "In Fact, This is How Much I Hate You"
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