I'm disgusting.
I lick every drop of my fantasy
Off the dirty floor of reality.

Living in a world without meaning
Never daring to open my eyes,
I am afraid of what I might lose.

I crave some sickly little understand
A stop to this unwavering pull.
I stand at the edge of oblivion,

Never aware of the stains of insanity.
My eyes are blood shot,
Stale from disuse.

My mind, crippled
Unwilling to wake,
Muster the energy to endure.

I walk my world a king.
There death and disease can never touch me,
An immortal god.

I don't know which is worse
Living within a perfectly fabricated lie
Or neglected impudent truth.