The Exact Opposite

I put my hands over a freezing fire I fall to the ground and land on a soft rock I look up to the sky and what do i notice A group of worms burrowing into the clouds I cannot feel the warmth with the shoes on my hands Nor can i feel the cold with the gloves on my feet I can see the suffering with my own ears I can hear the torment with my own eyes I shout with a whisper I whisper with a shout I am dead and i am conscious of that I am beaming with life and cannot feel a thing Yes i am confused, bordering the depths of craziness That is how i was made, molded and shaped Because the world led me to believe That what is bad is in fact good