A Disappearing World

Maybe when I go to sleep, it'll be alright. You and me won't exist in anything other than our seperate dreams. A cause for respite in case you're getting too close. I'm not feeling anything. Disillusioned, disorientated. I'm not even sure where I stand or where I lay. Nothing can be classed as a home.

Class everything as private. A disappearing world. Falling echoes hit the bomb. Falling echoes hit the bomb. Part nine of an ongoing saga is to be continued. Screw the lights up to be part of something else. I can't think of anything else. It's like a walking obsession. To feel part of something that is not.

And when the bomb falls, we're all victims. So we're just falling to our knees, waiting for it to happen. It's only when I wake up do I find that you still exist in some way. Sometimes I wish my dreams were reality. And that we'd all just disappear. Just for a day or two at least.