zoning in and out as blank as white,
i find no reason to awake and write,
my colors are dull and my hearing is numb,
is my reality really an illusion? or call me dumb,
dead in the head forever beneath the shining tree,
the shining tree that will release the spirit free,
turning into little tiny shafts of light,
the demon rose and said out of spite,
im here to turn your life into hell,
its up to you to get saved by the bell,
unfortunately the wake-up call never did come,
5000 miles into the ocean so i began and swum