Ive reached the limits of my illusions
Everything around me is not real
Poisoned places and smiling faces
Empty heart and souls.
Surely the Sirens sang so sweetly
Thats why ime here
Ibcan no longer feel.
Noise and flames
Terrified i call out to an empty house
I was called here.
And besilvered mirror tells the truth.
Illusions, the rocks..were me.
We start off wanting, wishing for a different reality
Away from this adventure
Create our illusions...
And eventually..we find harsh reality.
Dont be hard on yourself for teying escape
We all want that.
Be gentle with Yourself.