A fantasy will chase you
Seep slyly through your weaknesses
And invade you
Memory will entice them
To control you’re instinct
Now they think for you
The imagination runs mercilessly
Rampant mowing over the
Last check points of sanity
Those that love you lie strewn about its path
The figments laugh in the distance
They never bleed but can change
Shape and constantly fool you
Making you ask: who are you?