I am not real...
I do not feel what I feel.
I am not me...
and I can not be what I see.
I am an illusion...
a ghost of time haunting my own dreams.
A whisper of absolutely nothing,
constantly screaming in unbearable silence,
and scattering memories to the wind.
I am a shadow...
a sadness only truth can feel.
A specter with his immortal scythe,
that is tearing a hole in the fabric of love,
to uncover what I truly am.
I am a myth
a wisp of smoke that almost was, but really isn't.
A phantom of the unwilling,
a figment of my own dying imagination,
an arrogant ghoul that knows nothing of the fool he thinks he is.
No, I am not real...
I do not feel what I feel.
I am not me...
and I can not be who I see.
No, I am not here...
I am just an illusion...
But who are you?
Are you an illusion too?
