Our world became clouded and a disillusion filled our vision
I became enthralled in the image of a wall that seemed infinite
Falling heavy into a chair that wrapped around me
Like the arms of a loved one that sensed comforting as a responsibility
How do I live like this...or not like this?
The reality is that I cannot feel reality at all
Not now
Not with three strips gone and the world twisting into oblivion
A man plays his guitar and a girl unknowingly kisses her significant other
Feeling with a light heart and a heavy emotion
Is that the only way to live
Or is it the way not to live at all
My pores are dancing on the skin that collects them like cancer
The color of my flesh warps into pinks, gray, green, and an occasional blue
This is how I have begun to function and I do not disagree
A life filled with what I want to be is caught in what I am
Cloaking it with a swirl of colors and mishap stepping
Happiness at a rate that is impossible to comprehend
Is better than no happiness at all
And when this is all over there is the usual substance that brings me down
To the world that I am comforted by
Because it is the world that agrees with the constant feelings
Of pity, sadness, and the extreme joy that has become occasionally constant
For this is recovery in the most unimaginable place
A warped mind and a healing insecure
If I could save them all I would
But for now I am saving myself in the disillusions of a tapestry
Of a beautiful face
Of a pretty pillow
Of a face in the mirror
That seems slightly familiar but is able to be ignored
For the time being
I am saving myself slowly
And the ability to do so is lost in a substance that infects my vertebrae
Seeps slowly into my conscience
But I am becoming heeled with each minute that passes
When you twist into an oblivion
I twist into a fucked reality that I am loving to make my own