Realization

Crashing
Shards of glass ricochet
Shiny
Sharp as daggers cutting through the air
Oxygen seeping from her lips
Violent breaking
Bursts and screams
In the silence
In the isolation
Truth be told
This reality is nothing but a fantasy
in this realm perception of what is
Is perceived by an identity
Identified by lies
Of the race she belongs to
Dust clouds of glitter swirl in the space
Agony
Catastrophe
Bursting from a shrouded soul
Collapsing through time
And space
Enveloped by
evil
As the dust and glass settle
Watery eyes peer about
Bloodshot
Tired
Is this the life ive grown accustomed to
Tired
So tired
I no longer am...but Was I ever really?