Eyes opening as slits
In a skin I barely know
Yet I see it every day
The sensations are wrong
Causing phantom touches
Motivation is lacking
Though I still want to start the day
A voice says it’s all for naught
I push and prod at my heart
That beats only to keep me alive
Not wanting to indulge in fantasy
What happened in my dreams?
Did a specter steal a piece of me?
Condemning me to a life of being lost