Rot
By : Tea
It's Farfie speaking.
I heard someone say that all was illusion in the face of reality.
But what is reality, what is real?
I once knew, once had a Reality, but not anymore.
I had my Reality torn away, torn from me, making me bleed.
I hurt, so they hurt.
They bleed.
I remember the red, so many shades.
Flowing from everywhere like tears.
Tears from angels; on high in Heaven, or Fallen into Hell.
Who is to say?
Not I, I don't care.
Reality like 'Truth' and 'Beauty' is in the 'Eye of the Beholder'.
So I search for my own Truths, find my own Beauty, carve out my own Reality.
A reality carved in red, from red.
Red is True, blood is life.
With my 'Eye' I tried to see what others saw, the Truths they held so tightly.
But they too turned into illusions, into lies, crumbling beneath my Reality, my Truth.
Everyone, someone said that I was a madman.
That was their Truth that they clung to.
To keep the Nightmares at bay. To keep them safe in bed, to hide away from even scarier Truths.
My Truth.
I can see you hiding, from the world, from Reality, and I understand why.
Sometimes you make me want to hide with you, to escape from even my own Truth.
To make a new Reality with you.
My Truth.
I am sane.
By : Tea
It's Farfie speaking.
I heard someone say that all was illusion in the face of reality.
But what is reality, what is real?
I once knew, once had a Reality, but not anymore.
I had my Reality torn away, torn from me, making me bleed.
I hurt, so they hurt.
They bleed.
I remember the red, so many shades.
Flowing from everywhere like tears.
Tears from angels; on high in Heaven, or Fallen into Hell.
Who is to say?
Not I, I don't care.
Reality like 'Truth' and 'Beauty' is in the 'Eye of the Beholder'.
So I search for my own Truths, find my own Beauty, carve out my own Reality.
A reality carved in red, from red.
Red is True, blood is life.
With my 'Eye' I tried to see what others saw, the Truths they held so tightly.
But they too turned into illusions, into lies, crumbling beneath my Reality, my Truth.
Everyone, someone said that I was a madman.
That was their Truth that they clung to.
To keep the Nightmares at bay. To keep them safe in bed, to hide away from even scarier Truths.
My Truth.
I can see you hiding, from the world, from Reality, and I understand why.
Sometimes you make me want to hide with you, to escape from even my own Truth.
To make a new Reality with you.
My Truth.
I am sane.