Layers
Layers of different worldsÂÂ
colliding on top of each other
Each life
Each death
Slowly covering my heart
Each situation pushing me
More and more into what will soon be
My new home
What can only be described as:Jail
Bars protecting me from pain
That unbearable thought of feeling that excruciating pain of facingÂÂ
Truth over Dream
Facing reality
The reality of the moment when nothin in your world matters
As you become as one with your love
You see/eat/hear/taste as one
Becoming incapable to live without
Emotionally/Physically high off the existence of the connection you have to this soulÂÂ
And in a blink of an eye...
It's gone
No conversationÂÂ
No goodbye
No nothing
No closureÂÂ
No questions answered
Was so wrapped up in a fantasy
A lieÂÂ
Was blinded by the realization that it was over
at war with myselfÂÂ
Fighting the demons within tryna take my mind/my hope/my soulÂÂ
Seeing only blackÂÂ
in a cold heartless world
HeartlessÂÂ
And the question remains
Could you really be blinded by fantasy...
...
.. rather then reality?