Delude Me.

Inject in me a set of false memories,
I don't mind becoming a dream.
Take all of reality and distort it,
sink me into an unconscious stream.

Who I am means little now,
if you could be my constant light.
I would choose to press on,
to outlive fear and fright.

Before I slow my breath,
I want my plea to be heard.
Let me exist as a fabrication,
a speck of hope transferred.