You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline
I think there's a flaw in my code (Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh) These voices won't leave me alone Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold
Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me? "Gasoline" by Halsey
The person above me is a persony person of a person
Here I lie Among the rot, and the decay The ashes and remains of an old life My mind seems to stay Though my body is dead and gone, I ask you now this simple question Will I forever linger on?
TPAM has no apparent neck, judging by their avatar.
My wraiths, though not wraiths then, wandered deep into the heart of the polar storm.They tried to fight sleep, naive to the inevitability of their fate.When they awoke, they saw before them my own self, so much a part of the ice and cold they almost fail to see me.I wear a crown of the coldest, sturdiest ice, and my claws and fur have coated themselves in it. I stand aloof to the cold, for I have lived in it so long, been a part of it so long, it no longer concerns me.
My wraiths are cursed to wander the polar tundra, eternally freezing, following mortal explorers and trying to warn them with their presencethat they should not travel onward, should not make the same mistake. But there will always be those who persist in pressing on,never knowing what they are doomed to face, or destined to suffer.