Confessions of a megalomaniac I

Breathe, stop, breathe again. This sea of faces is wearing me down suffocating my hopes.

These strings attached inside of me are getting thiner and thiner, i’m losing balance but can’t you see, this is not me.

I’m becoming mortal, my hands are dry as a tomb , they’re filled with guilt and deceit, my eyes are opening up leaving my soul boundless.

Don’t leave me now, you are supposed to be my escape ticket, don’t regress into a dream lost in the dust on a desert’s night. Why are you running?

 

Where are you running?