I wonder about your life
and the ghosts inside your head
the ones accompanying you in the dead of the night
the constant whispers and blurry gazes
all these delusions of grandeur
of illusory mansions and non-existent bank accounts
i wonder about the paranoia
wrapped around you
a blanket, tattered and cold
you keep it close and never let go
coz it keeps you, in some twisted way, warm
I wonder, often in fact, if you know who i am
underneath the delusions and the voices
do you know what there is
if you peel off your dreams
and see me as i am
you know,
i always feel hopeful
whenever you're lucid
when your gaze clears up like sky after storm
for a moment, i could fool myself into believing
that everything is as mundane as it could be
at least until the voices come back
and drag you back into the deepest
and darkest recess of your mind
[N28.22]
it's 5:13 and you're awake
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no thought, head empty
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