random thoughts scuttle
in the minds of those
who cannot fathom the
true vastness of reality
and embrace the simple
complexity of fantasy
they weave the stories
of their worlds too close
and eventually got lost
in their own loopholes

a sharp edge cuts
without real pain
when freshly inflicted
until the life begins
to flow endlessly
into the chasm
where there are others
waiting to feed

degeneration begins
when the mind refuses
to evolve and regenerate
new adaptions towards
the enviroment where
all is constantly
changing within
abnormalities

i faked a death
so that i could live
i darkened a dream
to brighten a hope
i blinded my eyes
to see you again
in my memory
where you have
never ever left