test me, not kill me.
a late morning dream, of something that felt so real
so real it reduced me to tears
so real it shattered what's left of me
when my eyes opened to reality.
and the truths i've burried deep down in me
managed to claw right back up
they've got a tight hold on my neck and heart
and once in awhile they give me a real good squeeze
killing me slowly but surely
either i let them kill me, or i liberate these truths of mine
only to destroy what we have now