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Oct 2012
I've lost perception.
The vision of reality;
The sight that should come naturally
To me.

Were you even real?
Indeed you were a dream
Only real to me
Just me.

I know that's a lie.
I have pictures stored away
Of a distant day
Long ago.

Or maybe it was yesterday
Time's been hard to tell.
Sometimes I just wanna yell
So loudly.

In the recess of my mind
I'm working on repression
Fighting this depression
I'm alone.
.. And if you ever think of me again, I'll all ready be gone.
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