And I'm just a lost soul
weaving my way through
the bleak maze of life

The deeper I delve
I encounter deception
and despair
each one leaving
a deafening crack
in my soul
the faded fractures
substituting as
a confrontation
to my nightmares

It's a haze
the fake truths
and the pretend people
the fogginess
is blinding my thoughts
and the lines have been erased
and I'm vanishing along with them

It's all familiar
all these harsh
fabrication
of realism
and yet
the territory
feels unfamiliar
each time
their words
forced you to
breathe underwater

— each time they spoke cruel words, an ocean of ache started to rise