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When I buried him
Buried something with him
Awoken, something else
It was as if
The whole thing
Just a hellish dream
While being stuck in reality
Time of unpleasantness
I look back
I know every minute
Yet I wonder
Did it even really happen
Do I really exist?
Is any of this REAL
I’D LOVE TO RIP THE CURTAIN DOWN
Expose this damn lie
Fractional work of bullshit fiction
We call life
Life, is just a goddamn lie
In the sight of loss,
one only has the bottom
to enjoy the light from
From the bottom,
where roots dig deep into ground.
Roots to build again
To climb the rocks
Getting back to the ground
Voices in my head, give me advice!
Voices to the fray, that I could be insane.