Delusions

Delusions Is it possible I’ve run out of luck? Could I really be seeing these things? All I can say is: what the fuck? Could this really be how the angel sings? And I know that moth isn’t there I’ am seeing it soar and flutter No one would even care Because I am a cutter Continuing to hallucinate and see Things that aren’t there, why? All I want is to fly free I want to die Tired and by the wayside Struggling to exist, how hard I’ve tried