A floating form whispered its presence
Exposing itself to the deafening silence of the night
Sending invisible spiders trickling down my spine
It's looking for something
Grasping for a grain of truth.
I once stumbled upon this apparition
When searching for my own being
When the lies overcame the truth.
In that moment,
Reality is fantasy
And your thrown upon the stark reality of life
Like a wolf devouring its prey,
Until the lies become the truth
And the truth becomes the lies,
Then the floating form is yourself.