October 13

Hope, longing, apathy
Every bit of it's a lie.

Sanity is leaking
Flowing, pouring out
Diffusing all of me
To all of you
All of everything
The world is me and you
And nothing is real but thought
Is aether
And you are so far away.
Float away, it's ok
I'm sorry
Who is this?
One more push
You make me sick.
No, no, not that easily, you won't
Not on your life.