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Title: Unreal Reality
Artist: JBird
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as i watch the sunset, i breath the air of death
i see the roots of blackened flowers, roses so dark
the smell of vile is in the rose,so darkened dripping blood
everyday i am seem to transform into this hated being
i am hating, i am hating all of this, why does this have to be
everyday, am i being hated, everyday falling from reality
but who will ever see, i am fading away from reality..
dead and lost like the unforgiven soul that hasnt departed
am i the last one on this sane reality, or am i departed soul
why must i even live through this misery, i am hating it all
such uncontrolable feelings, last one left in a insane world
its silent in the night, nothing left in daytime nor night
am i stuck in a planet of a place that doesnt even exist
am i the one thats crazy, but should i try to find away?
everyone i see, no responses, maybe i dont even exist..
cant face my reality, cant tell whats real, or whats fake
i am out of reality, so much to take, so much to leave
now my life is all messed up lost in this unatural reality
how return to normal reality, how to become the same...
as the darkness settles i hear nothing but silence...
nothing left todo, stuck here...