Mar 23
To scream into the void or let silence devour me whole?
To claw at the seams of this waking dream,
or accept that I was never awake?
To be the mad one or the blind one?
To whisper the truth no one wants to hear,
or let the lie cradle me to sleep?
They fear death like a stranger,
but I swear, I’ve known it before.
Soft. Familiar. Calling me home.
So is it better to speak or to die?
Or was I dead long before I asked?
To claw at the seams of this waking dream,
or accept that I was never awake?
To be the mad one or the blind one?
To whisper the truth no one wants to hear,
or let the lie cradle me to sleep?
They fear death like a stranger,
but I swear, I’ve known it before.
Soft. Familiar. Calling me home.
So is it better to speak or to die?
Or was I dead long before I asked?
“Is it better to speak or to die?” A question that lingers between the ribs but what if this world the one we claw at so desperately is the dream? What if the truth is too sharp to touch, too terrifying to name?
They call madness a curse, but what if it’s the only thing that sees clearly? They call this life, but what if it’s only a shadow of something real?
Shall i let silence devour me whole? Or wake from the illusion, or stay asleep inside the lie? Maybe we aren’t afraid of death—we’re afraid of waking up.
Tell me… would you rather wake up, or disappear into the dream?
They call madness a curse, but what if it’s the only thing that sees clearly? They call this life, but what if it’s only a shadow of something real?
Shall i let silence devour me whole? Or wake from the illusion, or stay asleep inside the lie? Maybe we aren’t afraid of death—we’re afraid of waking up.
Tell me… would you rather wake up, or disappear into the dream?
