w. cattish marsh 'eyelash'

I can't seem to touch realiy
  I'm free floating in my capsule of illusion
it gushes and mends insanely
   twists and contorts
     inescapable
my thoughts cushioning actuality
        Oh truth pierce me!
  rupture   cleave my cell of delusions
  my comforter of rationalizations
 slaughter me awake
    show no mercy
let me face existance head on
    stand before me in all its glorious brutality
 don't snip at me and run away
  stop teasing!
        I, and my enshroudings, begin to fray
rather slice once and let me confront
     the life or death of truth