The mosaic words stuck in my head

Fill me in, Crawling in my mind

Those words that you gave for me to feed

On them or someone else that I might find

Now all that's left are goose bumps

When they come to surface

All my hair is weakening day by day

When I try to keep the face

And I'm just a fake

Mitigating on my illusions

Turning black

Forcedly

To white

I'm nothing

I'm dust

Chaotic thoughts I have

That feed my illusion

And there's the pain

Omnipresent as myself

Walking step by my step

I'm nothing

And worst,

I'm not dust!