Did I go on autopilot, and
Leave my body behind again?
I don't mind.
It happens all the time.
I walk around the lake to take
In the sights and try to make
Myself realize that I'm alive.
I'm alive.
The light of day
Begins
To fade away
To crimson.
I feel disconnected
From existence,
And I want to scream.
Somebody wake me from this dream.
Who am I?
Why does time pass by so slowly
When all you can do is watch it go?
Spent the night
In a psych ward bed
For my own good again.
I'm staring out a window
At a garden I can't go to.
I feel like a shadow,
Hallowed out, an empty husk.
I'm made of no real substance,
Just a set of tar black lungs,
And a fire bitten tongue.
I don't feel real, but
I guess that's better
Than accepting that this isn't
Just a nightmare.
I want to scream.
Please, someone wake me from this dream.
Who am I?
Why does time pass by so slowly
When all you can do is watch it go?
Spent the night
In a psych ward bed
For my own good again.
I'm staring out a window
At a garden I can't go to.
Did I go on autopilot, and
Leave my body behind again?
I don't mind.
It happens all the time.
