Because now I’m fantastic living in a glass dream, so say that I got another day Hours and Minutes all come in a very different way.




Suicidal thoughts rushing should I cut my writs today? Will it Hurt when I feel my veins exploding filled with pain?




The sharp knife on my cold skin makes me start to believe, my heart is as cold as the shadow the follows me. 




It has no meaning to the sounds that I scream, my paranoid sense bites away at my finger nails as it thinks.




My soul is confused as it lives this misery, death is round the corner smiling as it thinks.


Every tear that I cry take away a little bit of me. 

My eyes have no Light only dark memories that have stayed with me, I’m searching for the truth as this knife starts calling me. 




I’m lost in a Glass Dream with many mirrors staring at me.A Cold Whisper in the wind comes along to remind me. 

Because I’m fantastic this dream is not a world that was meant for me.




Jidos Reality 1.11.12