Seen Touched Felt But Not Real

White walls, bright lights, glass chandelier,
Window wide open inviting the ashes

My figure is present standing lone in the dark
Hands trembling heart aching my shadow does mark

The solid, the seen, the feel is all there
I see everything yet I am not aware

What you see is me but you are forced to stare
Because my pure organs,bones,limbs are haulted impaired

Cease your focusing no need for enhancements
I am unpresent my genuine self waiting to be enfranchised

A slave to life forced to be breathing
No light and no darkness a trick not decieving

Insight in view my structure can feel
You see the tangible me but 'tis not me in there

Don't fight, don't wonder, don't live but don't die
No real but no fake no truth but no lye
Stay, hide away, for then you can't defy