• Lost
    There is no escape
    Self doubts
    That's true pain.
    You don't know yourself,
    You can't even feel
    What the point,
    If this isn't even real?

    Figures,
    Just as we start
    The end is all cloudy,
    The start long gone.
    So confusing this is,
    Why even bother,
    If this is all a fantasy?


    Life,
    Just another word,
    We could all just be a dream.
    You don't understand,
    This is eating me up.
    I want to get away,
    But where too,
    If this is all just fiction?

    Shallow,
    Are the souls of man,
    Ever the artists,
    Have no deep ends.
    You want to get away,
    So what,
    How can you,
    If nonfiction wasn't our start.

    Darkness,
    Does it really belong,
    It inspires,
    Destroys,
    And heals.
    But yet,
    What if it also just an imagination?

    Thought,
    So useless,
    No matter what all ends up dead,
    Yet so powerful,
    Is this possibly real?

    Power,
    It flows through,
    Strengthening others.
    So futile,
    Yet...
    Can it truly show what is real?

    Inspiration
    What a joke,
    It doesn't exist,
    Just a hoax,
    Still,
    So much proof,
    Is this concrete?

    Death,
    An escape,
    Finaly free from illusion,
    Yet,
    Showing that what you felt,
    Was real...