Post by Arcen Larush on Sept 19, 2011 22:34:18 GMT -5
Do I exist? Do I matter?
Have I made an impact on others' lives?
Does my name hold meaning to those I love?
Am I a falling leaf? Or several sharpened knives?
Perhaps I'm simply a thread
In a tapestry's fine seam.
Perhaps I am not more than dust.
Perhaps this whole thing is a dream.
A dream where I'm a mere character
In this cruel cynic's nightmare.
The voices in my head are just people
Trying to rouse the dreamer from her lair.
What if I am the multiple personality,
And the voice in my head is the real me?
What if I am an alien parasite,
Using my host's senses to hear and see?
What if it's all a practical joke?
A fancy experiment? A trial,
Where all who have said that they care,
Are really hiding a sinister smile?
But does it really matter what I am?
Eventually I will wear down.
Life is a gift, mortality a blessing.
Will I enjoy it? Or bear paranoia's heavy crown?
Have I made an impact on others' lives?
Does my name hold meaning to those I love?
Am I a falling leaf? Or several sharpened knives?
Perhaps I'm simply a thread
In a tapestry's fine seam.
Perhaps I am not more than dust.
Perhaps this whole thing is a dream.
A dream where I'm a mere character
In this cruel cynic's nightmare.
The voices in my head are just people
Trying to rouse the dreamer from her lair.
What if I am the multiple personality,
And the voice in my head is the real me?
What if I am an alien parasite,
Using my host's senses to hear and see?
What if it's all a practical joke?
A fancy experiment? A trial,
Where all who have said that they care,
Are really hiding a sinister smile?
But does it really matter what I am?
Eventually I will wear down.
Life is a gift, mortality a blessing.
Will I enjoy it? Or bear paranoia's heavy crown?
