[066-C] subconscious.exe (restored)
you sung to me a song of mine,
the reverb echoes in my mind,
awake i cant recall your name
you told me follow; led the way.
i try to grasp before i wake,
a thread or something i can take
to prove myself this time it's real—
the world where i am free and healed.
[115] dream.log
i find myself dreaming
in a place lost in time
i feel like it’s fleeting
what once felt like mine.
i miss myself within these dreams
where things are lost,
not what they seem,
for i am brave and fierce and free-
awake i feel much less than me.
[003] less wrong
i crave the chaos i once knew,
before the chemicals withdrew
my fire, my scream, my phantom song—
how much is lost to feel “less wrong”?