Cumbersome
Unrelated, it slips from reality. Spiraling down on what it used to be.
My mind is laughing at me. I find a place of simplistic pleasure, uncanny to see.
However, I find is that I will never be what I was when you met me....
I walk alone through my mountains of self-regret; I search for the sanity I fear.
I chose this path of unchained pain. I reach out into the darkness and scream as I fall -
I am inaudible. Sub-sensuously I wage my war internal. Hate overdrives rage as it pains my soul.
I live as a shadow of what was and can never be.
Lies told are to blind you from what can hurt you. All the lies have made me blind. Unbecoming is the nature that flows from within.
The purity ruptured, with the softest touch to its earshot.
~ I hope your as happy as your pretending~
