Sunken eyes, wretched mind 
This void I feel is my demise
The depths to which can't be described 
Reality, the biggest lie

I wander roads that can't go wrong
So will you miss me when I'm gone?
I'm right here yet so far away
Will you be the one who stays?

Nomadic

Lately, it seems
people having dreams
wake abruptly
to the sirens wailing
or the crows cawing 
and the harsh realization
dawns on their faces
that these noises 
that these dreams
that this reality 
comes from within
**themselves**.