they say that’s out. No dice. Preposterous. Absurd. Went completely unheard.
That was then; this is now.
Now is sober reflection in direction.
Now is routine. The rest unseen.
Now is habit falling into havoc. Now is empty.. whats your trend? To apprehend ****.

They  say I should  smile but it's quite not my style but I have to admit it's been quite the while.  Miserably painted, but not quite tainted.   Precisely  waiting. When the whole scene quit hating on fragile  things as it seems.   The strength to stand, to understand the reason how such events may occur revolving all you thought you embraced, faced. Without a trace you erase the value of what it could be worth deep within.    Beneath the skin. Where a majestically  beautiful world, a universe lies.  Many disguise, other wise to harmonize what shines that intertwines  at the core.  That they ignore, how extraordinary with the things behind the eyes.  My concept may be  in ordinary of what truly lies beneath your surface.   The thing we call purpose instead of a limited burden inside of him.

what is it when every time witness your image.. minutes feeling like forever, when i know everything is finished.   reflections may not be as vibrant as they use to be, you know everything seem to  turns translucent.   lucid, but losing what it exactly meant to an extent. lingering  somewhere rather known dwelling deep inside. let alone all i confided just a piece is missing, when it comes to reminiscing. i know it doesn't make any difference. past tense to present.. the  significance lost its value.. its not a coincidence. just dont  misrepresent

I try to revive a design i chosen this moment, to stop on my self-erosion. but in this moment that is falling apart i keep thinking.. i wont let the past confine me, Is the path I chose where I should start?I keep sinking further, drowning  in silence.  its timeless.
all is deceiving.
im leaving.
                       others grieving for everything their not        
                                                                                 perceiving  
the weight of my decisions                    are impossible to hold.
                           keep me behind your dead eyes
            your not that disguise,               you externalize
                             all these words played out cold
                
                     trap me in your          broken mind
                      i know i cant  pretend, i wont find
                              exactly went wrong this time
                                  and i wont ever be the
                                    same again and i
                                      know your pushing
                                                me
                                              down  
                                to get the upper hand
                      You don't divide, you blur the lines
Destroy yourself and start again    the walls you build kept you in

What if it's took a different course.
Forget all the remorse, pretty lies.
Beauty in disguise, honestly..You don't see me.
Loyalty unfolding into anxiety.
Once these eyes saw beneath the surface.
As a purpose drench in worthless daze .
Running in mazes.. worsen by the condition in illusions of the beat of your heart ... question my ways.. things that portrays that amaze..Guess I should rephrase.
All those pretty words, whole world left unheard .
When it feels like your heart strikes up against your chest, morals to the test.. I know.it's for the best.
Impressions lost.. confessions toss, Colliding  obsession.

Man I think I've seen enough of staring death in the eyes, cause couldn't disguise or even come to terms to emphasize  what was before my eyes, I've uncover the lies, made a paved pathway for the condemned to walk upon.
Depraved to stand aside, when we confide what left of us, words of this sort..to some wont comprehend.
unlisted.  Missed it.    Before your eyes.
          Harmonize the thought                           To later dismiss it.
     But we all know I'll reminisce it later.
To my twin, or wrath.
No difference of how thick the blood runs if my math is right I step foot right into your path.

Enlightenment passes beyond the sight.
May seem frightening to ignite your insight.
Comprehension is the key.
While other hides in condescension.
Lacking to understand actuality of energy.
With our culture we fail to make refinements.
When awareness is thrown around as if it's opinions without any basis of actual facts.
As alignment is left on silent.
Other perceive so careless, selfish, just so contentious..most just collapse any genuine information regarding principles of ones own essence,  unfortunately close minded relapse.
So many are so skeptical..
Fill with delusions from occult propaganda and manipulation.
Leaving people barely in the eyes of enlightened comprehensible, instead of dimensional.
As many forget the trillion of constellations that are above us, nor explore such inadequate reasons for limitations for inspirations.