Hallucination Poem by Lexy Sogl

To die for your love
Seems bland
Unlike me

A waste of time
To die for your fantasy
Outside viewers
Claim they see insanity

They always do
When they fail
The mission of explanation

The imaginary
The creative
A thread of bond
And a connection
Of relation

They say
It’s a lie
But it is not him
But me

Who is not here
His morals
Are solid
What of mine?

Doesn’t that already
Make him more?
Thinking of everything
I used to be

With a self-image
Mocked by hypocrites
lucidly
Under-valued

I find myself
Dying
For a gust of wind
A shadow of dust

People talk
I hear
Only but the bells
Of execution
ringing