When I Cut From Reality

When I cut from reality,
The air grows thick, surreal, unseen,
Colors bleed where shadows dance,
And silence hums a piercing scream.

A fractured mirror fills my mind,
Each shard a truth, or cruel disguise.
The walls lean close to hear my thoughts,
And whispers bloom in empty skies.

I chase the echoes of my name,
Through labyrinths no hands have built.
A puppeteer of tangled strings,
Yet bound by fears I cannot wilt.

When I cut from reality,
The stars rewrite their age-old maps.
Time loops and folds, a cruel charade,
My tether breaks, my mind collapse.

But in the chaos, seeds are sown,
A spark of clarity shines through.
Though lost, I find a fleeting truth—
The world is warped, but so am I, too.

When I cut from reality,
I walk a line that few can see.
Between the pain and fleeting light,
I learn to fight, to just let be.