Poison on my tongue

[I awoke only to find out that i was the only one alive. Everything around me felt so cold and empty. The shadows of trees wrapping around me the sound of a man telling me what was left to do. As always i block out the teachings of fellow human beings. I laid awake. I've done this since i was a child. Analyzing every aspect of my life. As far as I could tell, I was still dreaming. i stopped to think about it and began to feel the pain that has always been a part of me. Do i really know who i am? Am i really alive? I feel terribly confused because everybody else in the world seems so dead to me. Maybe I have forgotten how to live.]

Nature and my tongue reveal
the blind eye in a world of mistake

if you align my soul
with the depths of my body
air will flow more freely
through the thick melancholy
that has become the basis
of my entity

and whose to say what has control
when the canker begins to embody
the significance of me being me
destroying what is and what could be,
my soul finally relapses in hallucinosis
bringing me to an identity

is this real, am i real
I'm asleep but awake