Am I lost in reality, Or is it I'm lost in myself,
My creations have abided me,
My conscious is ruined.
The life I live is not mine,
It is that of an illusion,
The soul purpose of my darkness,
The darkness of eternal reign.
A subsided delusion of sadness
has become of me,
There is nothing I can do,
to reap the feelings I sow,
to be lost is not to be found.
But, to be found is God's greatest trick,
to be lost is the Devil's magic,
Now i'm found,
I wish I was lost,
In the mouth of madness
As I am now. |
Submission Name: Lost
