Mental Crucifixion

Vale Of Pnath

This is a lie
 Deep asleep ‒ forceful wake
 Locked in limbonic state
 Still frozen in your false world
 Feeling what shouldn't exist
 Life beckons a testament
 What is reality?

 Is it what your mind entities?
 Saturated view of charcoal skies

 In your dead mind that feels alive
 Invisible god ‒ the eater of time
 Raping your senses to comply
 Forcing a world that doesn't exist
 Your mind rooted in the darkened abyss
 Only feeling what you don't resist
 You're left alone

 How can you escape what you are?
 Your defenses fall

 Solid is this fragile world; losing your grasp
 Instructed to feel what your soul shows as truth

 Pulled apart by vermin limbs
 Mentally crucified by this chimera

 Your senses ‒ are false to you but you believe
 Your vision ‒ is gone but still you think you see
 Your body ‒ is paralyzed but still you move
 Your thoughts ‒ are focused but you're still removed

 And now you're binded to your world
 A stitch in your threading that shall unfurl
 Wake and you shall see:
 Your coma is self-inflicted

 A second; eternity
 A moment; a lifetime

 Hallucinations ‒ a dream that is meant to be
 A force-fed reality