Real

Ghosts whisper into the wind
Thoughts that haunt me night and day
Remind me of what could have been
For grace was lost along the way
In the shadows I have seen
But never fully grasped
What was once a familiar dream
Lays dead now in my past
And it is prowling
While my soul begins its howling

Once in a dream I dared to see
And in that sight I once believed
That the beauty I saw was unmistakably
Real.
Or at least it seemed to me
Until the bubble vanished
The world around me crashed and fell
Into the void so black and inky

From time to time I feel the hand
Clasp around my collar
Pull me out of this land
Where the lost souls weep and holler
But in this action there is no satisfaction
As I choke from thoughtless constriction
To save myself from other's clasps
I live in a world of fiction
I am not dying
I’ve just ceased trying