Unreal

The myriad of all already said, abyss of things my ears will never hear I need your hand to touch or maybe two to prove that I asleep you are not real you are not real, said in sobbing voice so stop making my head experience vertigo don't push the buttons, hatter, in your choice to make me sad or make my poor heart go in your direction where its most righteous place. I'm afraid that once you know you will abandon me with such a pace another hatter having it was never known