Strands of sliver, dropping down, dancing across my vision.

Are they really there? Or are they part of my celestial halogenations?

I think there here, they burn my skin(and yet I cant look away)

But it could be a string of nonsense that travels across my skull in strange times.

Or not.

How do I know that any of this is real?

Maybe I’m not even alive, maybe I’m dead, reliving a twisted dream-life.

But I don’t think so, i think this thoughts where fed to me by a IV drip in my brain, telling me

anything strange isn’t there.

And this (drip, drip) was started by the stories, people telling me the ghosts weren’t there.

I believed their dripped lies, and now the monster(run, RUN!) are here, and know I’m going to die.

The ignorance was supposed to save me (it didn’t).