Hallucinations

I am thinking of matters that don’t exist,
Entering labyrinths without exits,
Torturing people along with my soul,
Coming closer,
To,  what is that thing,pain?
imaginary friends that vanish when in need,
hallucinations.
My ghosts haunt me, screaming while chasing me.
I’ll break you in pieces because of my spirits, 
oh god, it’s inevitable my poisoning a soul,
then cry upon your scattered pieces
and drown myself in my tears,
on purpose,
after losing every hope,
cause yes, I am irreparably broken.
Toss a coin and let it choose my fate, shut your eyes and throw it in the fountain.
make a wish,
my future depends on a luck,
superstition
angels,
devils.
Can you see them? 
Through my mirrors.
The ones you say they glow.
I can assure you they’re not,
not in real,
not a light.
It’s the devils burning in me
their fires shining irresistibly,
turning my heart into black remains.
Charcoal.
Don’t mistaken the fire,
Do not act impulsively
Do not wear a mask drawn by your wishes with colours
do not hallucinate like me.
But think;
Can you handle me?
Can you see beyond the moment, the past,  the future?
Can you tolerate dying before death?
The labyrinths in you- the ones you get lost in,  the ones that darken your soul, the other that separate,  the narrow passages that echoe screams and howls and words and music ; pain - can you get out of them?
Come closer if you have found yourself,
or if you can find it through smashed happiness and jumbled thoughts,
or else don’t, 
I need a savior that’s why.
I’m not mellowed.
Not brisk.
Colourful.
Just intonations.
Shades.
Something between black and grey.
Or even darker.