The Wanderer

I am
… happy?
A statement over said or said not at all
My soul is ripped from my body, my heart a bloody disaster
My laughter do not match my eyes
the sound is of death and sorrow mixed with a pinch of insanity
Crazy you ask?
How can I be crazy when my vision is so vivid yet so hazy
when my ears are alert yet so deaf
when my tongue is sharp and yet feels as if it had been dissected
You will not believe me when I say this but I am wandering
Have been for god knows how long
searching aimlessly for the light because I know
I will be left to perish in the tunnel if I do not get up
The light is not at all what expected though
Slowly it seems as though the light is merely a hallucination
Suddenly the light has turned into
…me
But I know it is not me
for the one standing in front of me has a knife
I let out a scream
only to find no sound coming out
And now I am what you would call

“happy"