The false can never be broken
so who care's if you're real?
is it painless to be disbelieved?
no, wait! do you even feel?

for every masterpiece upon my arms
for every notch on my bed post
days, weeks, even years have past
haunting me, they are only a ghost

But that is just memory's game
I'm okay now that it's over
My once-poisoned- future
has finally become sober