Opposite of life
time is finished but hasn’t begun
shattered into pieces but still together in one
if I speak shall it be heard
if I’m wrong will it be referred
I can smile while I cry
and tell the truth in a lie
I’m the fraud in everything real
from the air I breathe to the skin you feel
I gain comfort from my pain
in our differences we become the same
I’m the child which wasn’t born
I’m that jumper which was never worn
that number on your phone which was never dialed
that sheet of paper never filed
this dream I dream while awake
when my tears are real but my smile is fake
where yesterday is tomorrow and tomorrow is today
when everything is changing but i remain this way
my soul is black but the sky is clear
I know I’m not far but I know I’m not near
I finish this with the start
my fucked up life
my passion
my art
