UNreal

You're unreal
You reveal
what the fuck I have to heal
You're my knowledge
You're my death
You're my fucking self-made meth

I don't know you
I'm your mind
You're the light I'm trying to find
I don't want you
You're bizarre
You're a living piece of my art

And I say this
love is a bliss
no matter the form, you may be pissed
You may be happy
or even confused
You may be a victimizer or emotionally abused
Or is distraction?
Or cause and reaction?
The only sure thing is I can barely function

Sometimes I get tired
What is the point?
There's  no head or tail on my life's coin
Fuck this earthplane
I am fighting my past
I am fully aware you may be an ass>