Illusion’s


INVADED WITH THOUGHTS
THAT YIELD MY BREATHING,
A TREMBLING REALITY
OF WHAT I'VE BEEN SEEING
INSANITY HAS STRUCK
GIVING BIRTH TO ANXIETY,
ANXIETY THAT RAPS MY
HEART AND LUNGS,
IS THIS REALITY OR
JUST CONFUSION.?
HAVE I GIVEN BIRTH TO
MY OWN ILLUSION..?
WHAT IS REAL?
WHAT IS NOT?
REPRESSED MEMORIES HAVE
THEM A LOT...
ILLUSIONS CAN BE SUCH
HARMFUL THINGS, THEY
OFTEN MAKE ME FEEL LIKE
ANOTHER BEING...
THEY FLY ABOUT MY HEAD AT
NIGHT, MAKE ME THINK WHATS
WRONG IS RIGHT...
THE THINGS I SAW MADE ME
A FOOL.....
ILLUSIONS CAN BE SO VERY
CRUEL....

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