What ive become

Tainted Dreams Collection.

Who Am I?

{Who am I the game of life. Can you see my plastic mask?}

I'm not dead just sleeping
I'm not dreaming just living
I'm not climbing just to fall

I'm stuck inside this cage
built with bones
and sealed with blood
your lies they form a key
you love the only truth

I'm sweeping up the cobwebs
finding cheese for the mice
i sleep in this waking nightmare
a dream i shall not live

I'm not dead i guess its not an illusion
just sleeping away my scented delusions
i cant seem to find this intruder
inside my one way path

I'm climbing at a steady pace
i can nearly see the sun
i glance back at this orange moon
and sigh at this once Paradise
i found a perfection
i helped build
i got bored of it along the way
i let my tainted images fly
and let this canvas fill with lies

My garden was no longer secret
i kept this door inside my mind
i found the back way in
the front way out
the tea party on the roof
the painting inside the dream

I damned the Mona Lisa
and found that the smile was a sham
i spoke to the con artist that we call god
and found the man we named the devil
Ive lived through this heaven
i let it seep into this hell
i make this game from riddled dice
and head this warning to the spoken deaf

Can the blind see my face
can they see this mask
i was the masker
i was the pain
but now i ask you
Who am I?