I feel the heat
As it pumps through my veins,
Every second
The world slips further
and further from my grip.
Everything is getting slower
And slower
In time,
I await on another dimension
as reality
Slips
My
Mind...
But I do not chase it;
I can feel the emptiness inside,
I think to myself: "Is this normal?"
"Am I supposed to feel this way?"
The voices in my head convince me,
No this can't be normal
Everybody else is so happy
But I like the one weed
In a field of exotic wild flowers
Will always be different,
For just like the weed...
It is in my nature...
