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The Hallucination

lay here on my bed of nails,
stairing at the cieling waiting for god knows what,
seeing and hearing but there's no one around,
seeing things that were never there,
hearing things I may have heard before,
I try to walk away but I stumble to fall,
now I lay still and motionless,
In my mind I hear a prayer that is never answered,
still from what I've seen before,
all that I've heard & felt,
I wish things weren't this way,
but there is no rope or gun,
I close myself from the outside,
but no one sees the inside,
the dark is now my only friend,
the light my worst enemy,
revealing all that isn't so,
but...I lay in wait for whatever,
imagining what isn't there,
imagining what isn't so.