a clear vision of blurriness

A clear vision
of blurriness


Half awakened in a theory of death
To clash would only be half of it
To move into the stillness
To sleep and feel unrested

Drowned in lies spewed by myself
And burned by crimes I may commit
Smothered by what I made
But not blinded yet

Every dream I see isn't a dream
It's already happened for real
Even in a field of hurriness
I have a clear vision of blurriness

Is it distorted hate or love?
Distorted life or death?
Tragedy or happy?
Am I truly living in every new found breath?

Waters rush over my head
And fires burn below
Damaging my life even as I sleep in my bed
True living is something I will never know�..