I wish I could do more, more than I could bare,
It's starting to get late,
It's all I can see,
It's faint and blurry, fading away from me,
I feel queasy,
I feel faint,
Maybe I should just contemplate?
Was it real? Was it fake?
Maybe it was hallucinations or maybe it was fate.
The clouds of mist are hiding it,
Making it hard to breathe,
Maybe if I try hard enough, It can be just like me,
Trying, trying so hard to believe,
Even monsters can be beautiful and smile through there teeth.
Every word,
Every line,
Every snigger,
Every time,
I am the chess piece to your game you play,
Yet I am not the victim of which you try to portray me to be..
