I lost myself today, in a dream world like our own,
But there are some things that change that chill me to the bone,
Like why in this existence does the dark consume my mind?
And why does it always feel like Im running out of time?
I am a new man, though broken in my endeavor,
In lifes little inconsistencies, I just cant seem to ever,
Remember what Im doing, or why I do it for?
Or what now is the purpose of doing it anymore?
You see these questions plague me, they bore in to my soul,
Like a mirror that has shattered, my existence is no more,
The pieces on the floor are cutting in to my skin,
It burns, the ripping, but the feeling fits right in.
I look, and see the blood pooling on the floor,
Lying in the crimson I see myself, no more,
I am now just a fragment of what once I use to take,
And I realize that its not a dream, in death I am awake.