I see so many people,
and they all know,
I’m walking in sorrow,
will they come?
So real, I’ve become mistaken and lost the keystone to my mind.
The archway crumbles,
Yet the consciousness somehow prevents the fall…
Mortaring my neural pathways with the thought that reality will balance for me. Plastering the walls of reality…
Am I even human?
They’re on the way, when they’re silent.
When they’re loud I go insane,
and when I really think about it
I don’t have freedom-just blame.
It’s hard to move forward, can’t make a mistake
I just hope that it will stop, yet they keep me awake.