I fission

 Separate my life,
cut through it NOW I am two.
Dreams from reality from sight,
the division bleeding.
The blood is shimmering.

Which are my clothes?
Is my body reality?
Do I wear my dreams?
Am I illusive? Am i fallacy?
Chase these words.

Separate my muscle apart,
from my heavy bones
My brain from my heavy heart.
See me in these pure contradictions.
Trying to thread it all together I the blind tailor!

Is reality my body?
Am I dressed in my dreams?
One falls off the other I am naked?
I am ignored until the shimmering division of me,
engulfs the world in a searing broad growling fission?

Secrets of this verse tattoed on the flames

Regrets and hurt unglue from this life game