Staring at the world, through a broken pane of glass, it always seems unreal, stripped from all emotional depth.
Vividness, may never come, as my perception, dwells in the fog, nothing is familiar, everthing stands sureal, distancing myself, from reality, hidden beneath the veil.
Constant intrusive thoughts, kill me, an anomoly of self-awareness, living in a dream.
Underlying, the sensory fog, seperated, from my physical self. Sensations fade, all will be numb, standing alone, as my mind breaks down and dies.
Take me, Kill me. Foget all, Forget me, no one will ever care.
The world stands still, no one hears the screams, in that mirror i stare, nothing stares back, my shadow cannot be found. I must not be real, none of this world is real.