I am a figment of my own fantasy,
I dreamt myself up,
fabricated myself.
An authentic being,
illuminated by the inspiration
of everything I see, hear,
touch and consume.
In my past, I was blank as the pages I fill,
today I create life out of ink and squiggles.
Are you alive today?
Are you hanging by an inch of what I say?
Listen, my heart is empty of anguish,
it's been poured out on paper.
I'm alive today,
even if my body has decayed.
