Imaginary me
Losing grip on reality
I start imagining my self
My eyes are opened
Mind becomes lighter, as I started to see with eyes
Heart feels weighty, I can't imagine when I say "Oh I See."
I am verbally autistic
Imagining me uttering words I bear no mean to speak
I talk(ed)(to you) in my mind
Aye, I am imagining,
My sealed eyes, that see only the darkness of truth, imaginable, clean, possible.
With my optical system shut off, tight, my organs(other) receive only false deceptions, right simple truth.
I was born twisted, not straight, right, with nonsense.
I was born, with long white hair, black invisible spread wings, long face, short-circuited nerves,
and pretty little tits
Sounds like an angel
So you see, and now you read.
Close your eyes, and think.
It's wrong.
Wrong.
Not right.
Think, why would I deceive you?
4 comments:
like what they say, "you say it is wrong, but sometime there is some rightness in the wrong".
and there is some wrongness in the right
hey let's say think 2twice!
only if you can think of an answer :')
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