Torn

i feel pity for myself

me that is ignorant

i smile to get me by

to pass my time

my morphine-

the game.

who's left?

nobody-

the echoing sound of the feet

it fleets.

i lost it-

my grasp of reality.

i reached up high

following the sound

your footsteps

it resonates

-am i deaf.

you were the only one real

-i was happy everything was a fake

but now you've become and apparition

you left

and you left me scars.

-i can live.

but I'm torn.

insanity-peacefully chaotic

it was quiet-

pitch black

silent murmurs of the wind

deafening silence.

i remembered the lights

the glamor

the noise

-a sudden silence occurred.

then it hit me

i saw nothing

in nothingness

i saw everything.

All this years....It was a lie

all this years.