Derealized State

Filtered grain inside my calloused brain

I'm beaten to a strain in my eyes that will never go away

Derealized contraband, reality killer serenade

If health is a filter, then underneath slumbers all the things I hate

Derealized submission, can anything take the lacking away?

I question reality as it passes by like a burning train

Kingdom of broken things, I grant dominion to that which gives me feeling again...

There is but a light that leads the way toward darker days, where the trees don't grow, and reality is a blurry haze... blindly looking forward toward nothing...I pace...

Pill dominion; hospice religion - let me feel the pinch that ignites the feelings that pull away from things I hallucinate...

I'm a trapped fixation...

I see the light that leads nowhere...

And I follow its glow forward...

Derealized submissions; help me escape, a subconscious delay, a grainy haze, a numbing taste...

Desease with no name, you are the marker of this granular state - a beginning of downward spirals without a face...

I feel the lacking, I feel the fake...

I feel the haze...

Derealized submissions; welcome me with open arms to a state called....hallucinate...