Shattered Memories
These shattered Memories I hold
Are only Fragments of the things that I truly remember.
For as of now, nothing feels real
It's as if I'm in a paradox of time and space
Where nothing is true, yet it all brings me to my final fate.
Alas, I shall reign down upon this sickeness
And defeat it with every ounce of humanized being
That I still contain in my damaged soul.
So that I may allow this physical form to finally be happy,
But also to disable the mind from thinking it needs death.
I've found my problem,
And I'm My Own Demise.