Real

i feel half-dead after all i've bled and bled i'm in over my head this time i'm moving beyond it's not enough anymore opening leaves just a bigger hole in the floor to fall through and everything floats and reels it's not new so i wheel and deal with those cutters of fate and i pray that they take one more year off the date of when they will make it stop a snip of the scissors and the line goes dead the buzzing you hear is the world in my head the life i have lead that's now something i dread so i've bled and bled until i'm half-dead and nothing feels real nothing feels real. so i'm falling i'm spinning uncontrollably winning to prize that only insanity gives and i'm melting i'm pushing the outer limits of this gushing s-i wound of life and this knife is still here and some scars they never heal and nothing feels real nothing feels real. and this is where the conclusion goes i suppose but all this shows is that any day the sky could fall and any day i might hear the call of something more cuz this is not enough anymore and why should i let myself heal when nothing feels real nothing feels real.