The Test Of Time Poem by Wandering Scarlet

as Satan's breath leaves my mouth
a grin short lived
and then my heart plummets south
i never lived
what am i?
who am i?
what is this?
i can only scream
as i question my reality
or is this in fact a dream
did i ever possess vitality?
am i all that has ever existed
in such a trivial world
wait my thoughts appear twisted
i remember this happening a second ago....
or was it just last night
thoughts like this only leave me in woe
i can only scream louder and louder
until i tear the seam, between reality and reality?
wait i am not real am I
wait yes I must be,
I then recall the earlier day with a sigh
but then again, this memory only seems like a dream
i never really played on that team
this thought unsettles me
I AM HUMAN
what else can i be?
I AM HUMAN
i yell, desperately,
but this is no good
oh why did i ever get so high
i look down in horror
as i see images of past
depicted on the floor
in the absence of shadow
or...in the light
so once again i contemplate
did it all really happen?
did i ever live and breathe amongst men?
no it never happened i finally conclude
this is the ending of the interlude
i move back to the scene
bodies float by
they are so mean
they only tell my lies
false warning of authority
in hopes of silencing me
but little do they know
i am their creator
they are my people
and i am the user
yet they seem to have turned evil
i preach and i spread the word
surprisingly, to them,
this news they have never heard
so instead i step up to the higher level
where the action seems
to attract those of metal
and so i serenade
with my instrument of air
while waving my overgrown hair
i just blew their minds, it seems
as they sit, bottles up front
while drinking in teams
then the fabrication once again torments me
i wonder, if i were to sleep
will i once again be able to see?
but i choose not to sleep
i then encounter the large beast of darkness
he threatens my life
in anger of my foolishness
i only weep in terror
then with a smug grin
i run off like a sailor
run to the nearest table
and come across a man
who comes from a land of fable
bears wine of the reddest grape
tells me the tale
of the drunk and the happy ape
i learn of how my people no longer appreciate my stunts
they fear exposure and attention
they just don't understand....what a bunch of dunts
empty moments pass
dazed and confused
until alas
i find myself weary and tired
maybe i need to rest
maybe its time i retired
so i hop on my transportation
through the darkness i ride
supported my mans first invention
lost in my mind
lost in my world
but my way; i still manage to find
and on i ride
helplessly lost
nestled upon the black fir'ey tide...