I was what I was, but now that I am, I'm no longer who he was when he was what I am.
To think that he was and that I am he, really burgles me because to me he never was and it has always been me.
But being conflicted with a stranger's memories really has me wondering if I am he, or if he was me.
I remember but I can't attain nor grasp that part of he because it all feels so alienated to me.
The tombstone says my name Jani Grayves but that doesn't seem like a part of me.
I feel different, I feel like I'm missing something I feel something is missing.
Wait, what am I even doing here?
Did I die?
You know what home yes home if I go... wait home?
Do I even have a home?
I remember people but are they even mine?
My family?
You know what?
I'm over reacting
I'm thinking too much
I need to breathe for a second.
Breathe in breathe out,
In, out.
Wait a minute,
what the hell am I even doing here?
How did I even get here?
If I'm dead why aren't I under all that dirt?
Why am I...
I'm kinda way over overwhelmed here,
Wow, wow, wow!
Did I just D....
I just died didn't I?
How the f*** did I even die?
I'm still in my 20's like no no no
I had a whole lif... I mean I have a...
Gush, huuu calm down, calm down I'm still alive,
I'm alive.
Haaaa!
My head, it still hurts like aaa...
Ooo gush, I'm fine, I'm fine,
I'm sinking...
I am so not fine!
F****, help!!!!
Help!!!
Hul....mmm
And there we go,
One moment you're reading what's inscribed on your tombstone the next you're back in the coffin.
I'm too young to die again it's too f****** claustrophobic in here.
You know what,
Yelling for help seems pointless
I'll never know how I got out of here in the first place, perhaps that was some sort of glitch or mistake.
Well I might not remember how this all happened before but I feel I'll just close my eyes and let this conclude as the...
F***, the ground's moving again.
