Blind

Layers Layers of different worlds  colliding on top of each other Each life Each death Slowly covering my heart Each situation pushing me More and more into what will soon be My new home What can only be described as:Jail Bars protecting me from pain That unbearable thought of feeling that excruciating pain of facing  Truth over Dream Facing reality The reality of the moment when nothin in your world matters As you become as one with your love You see/eat/hear/taste as one Becoming incapable to live without Emotionally/Physically high off the existence of the connection you have to this soul  And in a blink of an eye... It's gone No conversation  No goodbye No nothing No closure  No questions answered Was so wrapped up in a fantasy A lie  Was blinded by the realization that it was over at war with myself  Fighting the demons within tryna take my mind/my hope/my soul  Seeing only black  in a cold heartless world Heartless  And the question remains Could you really be blinded by fantasy... ... .. rather then reality?