Beyond Reality

Let me tell you a story a tale of my journey a path of uncertainty. It starts with one question, It starts with one question, "Are you really you?" literally saying, "Am I really myself?", I have this doubt ever since I was a kid, I'm not suffering from any mental ill.

I have already studied most cause or meaning but I have a greater vision and understanding

"Am I gifted?", not quite sure but this knowledge help me to go beyond what is unreal or to realize those alibi's. Well I had to fall to see it all, to lost it all, stumble and crawl, how low?,

To go deeper in these parallel lines, Heaven and Hell the concept of normality. I was self assured, Compass in my hand, If east is up it surely lies, but time is a valuable thing the clock tick's away no wonder it's so unreal. Trap on another time again a thousand lies. Well whatever never mind, Travel around to see creative creations that is specialize in dying or killing, contagious dirty words.

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So vicious, so shallow, I couldn't help myself see, "What have I done"?, turn your back and let go, cross me out and erase myself but I have comeback alive unshaken. I'll recall myself from my record steps, load up in guns put my trust in you. Turn up, torn up, forgive myself, put to rest. At times I was invincible, negative thoughts around my head now watch me go like you always know. Diversion? dependant at times, where's my righteous suicide? oblivion?, then sickness. In this prison cell, I can't feel you. I only believe you when I'm flying high yet I'm heavy, waiting for the final day where my thoughts will be judge, have mercy. In this farewell, no need my blood for stick and stones, Guide me, for now my skin is feeling, this feeling, I have never felt before, surging to every pieces of me. Wash my memory clean, I'm in the middle.

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Of truth and lies. In between lost and deny, hell and sky, abandon and die. This must be a wasteland no retreat with heaven above there's no escape under. Disregard, ignored this scars, here me out. I'm undoubtful, listen to me I won't tell, faithless control though I can't feel you, tired of being me. Tired of every pleasure, every night same things happening but if you awaken in this dream and you understand black implies white, self implies others, you can feel you're not as a stranger in this world, that has not as something that has arrive, what you really are?. Deep deep down the fabric and structure of your existence, were all

on this adventure that were trying to gamble all our time is on investment. If ever you're alone don't blame the world, blame it to those whose livin' in it, those dumb people. I hope I'm not alone here, someone must be also here in between these parallel lines. See you.

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