The world is flat.
Mr. Sandman told me so.
I was dreaming.
I asked if
black was forever?
Next to me, he wearily sat.
Replying, time
is not real. Nothing is.
Everything is not.
Roses have thorns,
bleeding black,
upon puncture, *******.
Darkness is not forever.
Forever is not this.
This, is not
everything.

Evolution is real.
Mr. Jesus told me so,
upon addition to
purgatory.
Regrets are not real,
nothing is.
Everything is not.
Sir! Sir! But sir! What about the way
I feel?!
Summer does not last.
Last is not least.
Were you the missing
puzzle piece?

On my own. I am whole. I am, I am.
Quiet little voices said so. They
crept in with monsters,
like demons can.
They lied to my eyes,
to my guilty demise.
You weren't real.
Neither was I.
Is it how we
feel?
Nothing is.
Everything is not.
This is not
real.