Tulpa

Tulpa

Pulling the wings off the roach.

Plucking the petals off the rose.

We do not own our reflections.

Weaving lies that we begin to believe.

How many times will we say we’ve seen everything?

You haven’t died but they begin grieve you.

It grew legs and It will wear your skin like a suit.

Seeing through someone else’s eyes.

Deconstruction of the mind.

Careful looking over your shoulder.

Spatial awareness is a trick of the eye.

This is an era of sedation, welcome the blind.

Peering through the keyhole.

On your deathbed you lie.

Decipher and dissect.

Picked apart til there’s nothing left.

I’m left with more questions than answers.

See the thing is…

I swear I saw you dead.

Thanks for nothing.

It’s been tooth and claw.

We dictate the laws.

The people involved, are nothing more than pawns.

So move on.

He died for our sins.

So I am sinning.

I am grinning.

My head is spinning.

This twisted ride won’t seem to stop.

Nothing is real.

God damnit I just want off this planet.

Miserable alone and miserable together.

Crying won’t get you very far.

So I suggest you start running.

If this is an apology for your existence,

Just save it, no one’s here to listen.

You will never live to tell your story.

You will be absorbed into the nothing.

Nothing is real.

Can’t tell between reality,

And a delusion.

Life is beautiful,

Because it’s filled with

Illusions.

No more faces.

This is a new era bitch