sub-reality

I don't want to sell myself to the better buyer,
I don't want to be executed by my mind,
but is impossible to me,
understand that this is wrong,
maybe this time,
I'm not guilty for my sin.

But I promise my mind,
that I will do it,
I promise her milk and gold,
and she is yelling at me,
spitting at my face,
for my defeat...

I can't no longer understand,
the bitchy conscience in my head.
I know that i'll survive,
but really doubt it right now....

My brain cannot solve anything right now,
my sleepy hollows are awake,
they want me down,
they want me death,
with no hope,
with no future,
I really don't know how,
but I'm not going to let them!.