Sometimes I have to wonder,

Who I am,

In this deadly world of pain and broken shadows.

Am I just someone's imagination,

Or someone's nightmare of life?

To everybody I am no one.

To nobody I am a person.

My name is anonymous, but I can go by no one.

In this godforsaken dream,

Do we really exist?

Under human eyes,

I am invisible.

No one knows who I am, but me.

Touching, Feeling, Smelling, and all the other senses,

Are they apart of reality?

Are we?

I am in between both worlds of Fantasy and Reality.

But there is no difference.

Both are nightmares to the human soul.

What is real?

And what is not?

Are we real, living this world of greif and happiness merged together.

Living among people of the sane and insane.

Falling at the seems is humanity before us.

We've become animals, thirsty for blood.

Destined to destroy our own kind.

No one knows who really they are.

So we all take this name,

Of being a fantasy.

A nightmare.

Anonymous.