..........R-E-A-L-I-T-Y........

.....Reality is like a joke, its so hard to live through yet so easy to dream about. I don't see how we people can work the systems of reality if they are always playing tricks....

I personally sometimes loath when reality becomes too vivid. When all the smells of sweat, manliness, blood, tears, fear wrap up into one disturbing smell. The sounds of grunts, the sound of deep breaths, screaming and silent sobs. The touch of callused and weather beaten hands all over the body that was supposed to be beautiful... I hate the sight of reality sometimes....

People always say, "there's a light at the end of the tunnel." Maybe that light only occurs when your not alive. when everything becomes a symphony of silence, when you cannot see, feel, hear, touch actual reality.....

When  everything seems to be going wrong in this reality, I find solace in dreams. Dreams that cannot be touched by anyone except my Father above, dreams that i can shield from being tarnished by violence, hate........and so much more......

The way you can spin a thread from utter nothingness, to tangible something-ness..... In dreams i can escape from the pain, from the people who constantly tear me apart, from the one who breaks me...... Dreams let me not think much.....

But as the days move forward, I seem to have lost the ability to dream. I lay awake at night, tossing and turning remembering visions from a dark past once well hidden threatening to rise to the surface.... I think about the struggle, about how you come to this room more often than before and take more of what you want. I have to endure your taking, my silent screams, my inert tears, my unsaid words, your curses, my brokenness, your torture, my injustice...... I want to hate, to feel that hate in reality, but all i get is numbness. All I have is a deep well of nothingness........

So i revert back to reality, I decide to ensure that I am alive...its the only way to know that I am H-U-M-A-N.....

Crimson,

Scarlet,

Red,

Poison,

Pills,

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut,

Bleeding tears of sanity.........

Bleeding vessel in a shattered piece,

                     me,

..................THE bROk3N cORpS3...........

We are making a mark!!!