My back is turned
my eyes are closed
to the reality of what was
walking away from the truth
to an isolated feeling inside
to disbelieve what was believed
and throw away the faith
it once was and never will be
to break into a run
and distance myself
from the painful realization
that the dream was a nightmare
the pleasure turns into pain
biting my tongue to taste
the blood of my mortality
and abate the screaming
inside of my mind
my thoughts are like icicles
within frozen memories
an arctic tundra of what was
