Amusement

Falling into tiny little pieces,
not sure if the tears will ever dry from my face,
where all these things in this faded memory,
slipping away from you into my mind,
false pretenses are actually real,
Agonizing over this love only praying it is not,
being erased from my brain,
Glitches, in the membrane, drive me insane!
ebbing, webs of disillusion,
Empowering with all my strength to not let,
all of this slip away,

How can this be?

Which shall we begin to see?
the truth or shall it all be lies,
can your mind really distinguish between the,
two in your own world,
fucking aging away the edges to get the beggining,
how shall it all begin, how shall it all end?
why do they feel the need to haunt me?
Ghosts of my trickled past,
sneaking behind the curtains of their stage,
is this all for my amusement?