Am I a figment of someone's imagination, or am I something worse?
All where we went were places of misconceptions, places where brains are cursed,
So I went to a place where the brains are scattered, fall is only it,
Matches lit in the dark where containers mattered, I could never fit.
My life's buried the echo is sometimes heard of, feet of some once known,
But the silence is deadly, it's dark, please save me, oh dear arrow bones,
Won't you take me to skies where the stars we shoot and, fly beyond limits,
Matches sit in the light where the hopeful chat and, I would surely fit,
Only dancing on skulls could make that much echo, breathe in the universe,
How I wish I was not the one staying in and, worse gets my own curse.