The Other Side

By HangmanTheory •
I lay here on the ground,
With you staring down at me.
I think that you exist,
But do you really?
Electric correspondence,
I cannot feel my head.
I’m falling deeper in this void,
This is chemical enslaved.
I’ll come out of this trip,
I’ll wake from this nightmare.
Nothing is really real,
It’s all make-believe in my world.