How far does the placebo go?
Is my reality the truth?
Will I ever know?
And if knowing is not knowing but choosing to beleive,
Than is beleiving even beleiving,
Or just being what we perceive?
In what way then does reality exist?
When dreams merge with daylight,
Does daylight persist?
And when the night fades to nightmares,
Will the demons eat me up?
The demons of my mind,
Conjured from mistrust?
Is fear then reality,
Is reality the dream?
Is the placebo my true nightmare,
A Truth behind the screams?