Ghosts of Artificial Trees Empath-P

Give me another dose of toxic alkaline
One more drop is all I need
To break through the surface line
If I swallow down the vapors
Past my eyelids I can see
Ghosts of artificial trees

Wrap me up tight inside the purest energy
Breathing nothing but
The electricity
As I’m choking on the lightning
Past the brightness I can see
Ghosts of artificial trees

Am I real?
Or am I fake?
Still dreaming when I’m wide awake
The “me” I find
Locked in a simulated mind

Am I more?
Or am I less?
Created different from the rest
The question grows
A seed that’s planted by the ghosts of artificial trees