I know I’m fading,

Through the ceiling.

Time’s not the same,

Since of late.


Breaking all the mirrors,

Around me.

Screaming,

At myself.


Scars entomb my mind,

Known of only by the regrets I bare.

Scraping out my remorse.

Stepping through this night.

Blistering shadows in my path.

Contradicting myself,

Alone in the silence of depravity.


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IT---------------

ME?!----------­-

I know time’s tracing,

The wounds you left,

FOR ME

The path is narrow
It used to be white.
Shedding old limbs, to be
Replaced in time.
Uneven foundations
Filled the cup more
We won the battle
And the war
A placid home
With mirrored walls
We may have broken bones,
But we are standing tall.
Scars will fade with growth
But your eyes say it all.

Perfection is a filthy idea
My dear, your flaws keep me near.
I was not myself for so many years
Empty like my grave, shedding tears.
A soul finally came in
I could hear and see again
Though the pressure is always there
To give in and not to care.
But we finally have a reason, my dear,
To want to be here.

I waltzed,
I waltzed.
Through the cascading perception,
So simple
Had unfolded.
My tongue burned
Anticipations beckoned antiquities
Telling me,
Telling me,
Their rapture.
Hoping I might entertain them as well.
I was sifting through reality,
In the mask that had
Been previously,
My face.

As the leaves fade to blood
And the sky falls through.
I will find the dove,
They sacrificed for you

A hidden loom of greed in here
My pain was not to last
Like the baby in the bath water
I was forgotenn wisth the trash

Seamless and hollow
But I know it's not me
Trying to rip through
This flesh, you see?

Tempted by hate
But driven by love
I have no faith in
Below or Above

It's all in vain
This path i led
If all i will feel
Is crippled regret.

A shallow sunrise
With judgment in every ray
Breaking theough me day by day
Precise hatred towards what you don't understand
I am a hollow ahell that used to be a man.

White stairs tracing the edge of my mind
With no end or consistent time.
I will never find a point to look skyward
And question this life of mine.

The grasp of your hand
Or the strength of a strange
Has shown me i am not a man
I feel no sense of danger

If I keep this mask on too long
I will not be able to move on