Nothings What it Seems
Somethings always in the air.
Only the real know it’s pleasure in pain,
I’ll feel the sweetest ecstasy when that bullet enters my brain.
Going out with a bang a legend like Kurt Cobain.
Or the last pump of blood my heart sends through my veins,
Simple sweet the people will probably say I’m insane .
Or I was just in pain but in reality,
I’m probably one of the few that knew all of this was just another game.
Level up and attain fame leaving my physical I still reside on the astral plain.
But you’d never understand you’re too caught up on the things you’ve seen.
Never took a second to close your eyes and look behind the scenes,
Someone probably said it better than me when they said life was but a dream.
But a dream is never what it seems.
About the Creator
Charles Walton
I am a poet and a man. Just a few of my poems, if you like them my book is now available on Amazon “Letters to Myself Through Time"
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