Sunday, October 12, 2025

Lost reality

 


Lost my hold on reality 

Gone out the window goodbye

All visions twist into morbid shapes

Dark shadows form

Dark lines of the sanity that once was


Lost my hold on reality

Adrift among a sea of chaos and confusion 

Adrift among a see of weird6


Visions I know aren't real

But like I could reach out and touch them

Visions I could not even begin to describe or name

And withi6all this

Reality melts further away

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