The Art of Subconscious Illusion

A living nightmare, asleep but still aware
The endless torture
The painless pleasure
I grasp myself
Trying to regain control
I experience and learn
In another faction of my mind

So confused
But everything makes perfect sense
Can't feel the pain
Emotional pain's so much deadlier
Lost, you've just been raped
Pain. Your friends can't help you
Why won't they help you? Another reality

This can't be happening
Why is this happening?
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck. Are you?
Trying hard to figure out what's done
I scramble but now I run
The images in my head

All the problems that I've been fed
Punching slowly my mind can't change the speed
As my victims bleed
No matter what I do or how hard I try
I can't use my abilities
Use my abilities

Art of Illusion
My razor sharp knife's edge, pierces my victim's body
But I can't take their soul
Punching through jello, stabbing not killing
Disappointment, discomfort