Revelations
By Arron Smith




Nothing is real, sensations are grim.
Reality fades as the colors dim.
In this state of sedation, what's to be understood?
Pain and hate, thoughts do no good.


Nothing is real, the sickness took ground.
Depression and anger make up my crown.
I'm KING of my world, this sanctuary with in,
Where masters are slaves, and dreams die.
Where fealings are forbiddin, can't even cry.
Locked here, forever, alone with my sin,
Where nothing is real and reality is dim.


Distinguished in my ignorance, I wouldn't see the pain I caused.
Unable to to give any penance, for that would brake all laws.
Weak and broken, from thoughts unsopken,
Of wear and affliction, with no limitation.


I step out side, and the heats permeates me.
Shocked I step back.. my eyes can't see..
But the heat, I feel.. hate and anger-a firey rage,
It hurts, but that TOO is real, and thus consumes my cage.


Confused startled, and scared as hell,
It all hits me, and shatters my shell.
The sun, the colors - bright and free,
I open my eyes, and suddenly see.


Even though I'm still numb, and it's hard to feel,
I've finally found something I know for real.
And if I can know anger, and I can know pain,
Then maybe I can be happy and smile again.


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