i wonder what would happen
if i stopped the music
would the blood stop, too?
or is that just my brain?
my happiness?
my sanity that slips away so quickly, so **** swiftly
day by day
hour by hour?
the minutes pass
but not the feelings
drowning deep
into my body
so deep
into my mind
no one can find me
and all that's left is a shell
a walking personality of lies
a walking lie of personalities
spewing words
perfection of syntax
how could she possibly be gone?
she's so there, so present
but autopilot is deceiving
deep in the confines of my brain
the brain, the mind, the sanity i lost so long ago
is the ability to lie through teeth
lips
tongue
the only parts left of me.