• I wander alone, through the sands of time.
    Lost forever, in my own mind.
    Death come quick, for I can live no longer.
    The hurt inside, growing ever stronger.
    Reality is an illusion - created by my head.
    What becomes of reality when I am dead?
    Does it shrivel up and die, like I?...
    ... or does it continue on, forward through time?
    Reality is a figment of my imagination;
    a thought in my head - my own creation.
    What is reality, and what is real?
    How does one define real? - is it what one sees, thinks, hears, or feels?
    Questionable thoughts of everything, filling my brain...
    Beginning to wonder if I'm insane...
    But what is insanity, but a state of mind?
    However my mind will be gone when I have died...
    To me, reality is no more - locked behind a solid door.
    So when my mind shrivels up and dies, reality will be gone...
    ... and so will I.