Look at me
Can you see me now
Listen to me
Can you hear me now
Who are you looking at
Why do you do what I say
Is reality empty?
Does emptiness really exsist?
You see hundreds of faces each day
Each person doesn't give a fuck
and neither do you
Is this the world I see?
This can't be real
All this pain
All this anger
Its too late for reality
The world is your nightmare
The nightmare is in your head
Swirling around your broken thoughts
The sea of the floating dead
The blacklight sun of ice
The burning clouds of hell
Your reality is broken
What is the meaning of all the colors of the world?
Does black and white really fade to grey?
Do people really understand you?
No.
Nobody will ever understand this nightmare, this, slavery
And so I get another punch from the truth
Bleeding with anger I move on
You took me in and helped me
Now you stab me
Your not so different from them are you?
What is it that makes you?
Is it the ability to heal?
Or the ability to hurt?
I have nobody
Why?
Because they're afraid of me?
To see what I am?
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Is it really you looking back?
Is happiness really worth it anymore?
Or will you forever remain a shadow,
and nothing more...
