Dead

I was born into this world...
Born into this perfect lie...
But I...I've been dying...
...for a while...

They took away all my feelings...
They made me numb...
Hanged like a skeleton in shackles
I am just an anatomic doll...

I have been living...
Living in a world of lies...
Being eaten away by the filth...
Filth, s**t, and flies...

Yet I was born into a perfect world,
Planted with no fear...
But as I grew into this man...
My wrists shed these bloody tears...

I can't be the perfect man you wished for...
Yet I bear the candle...
When the rain falls down from up above...
I merely lose my flare...

But I sit here and write my poem...
On the last piece of paper...
Using nothing but metaphors...
to describe what I've become...

I am the boy who grew into this man...
The man that ruined everything...
From an angel to a demon...
A god to this...

Dead...

Dead...

Dead to the world we live in...
I was but a dream...
And though I lived my life...
I never truly existed.