the entrance to my mind portrays an appealing demeanour, but with a glance at the contents, portrays an intervenor towards the progression of anything consolingly appeasing
or so I think
I keep pushing and pushing until mist to dry, a view to my loneliness through a myopic lens depicts nothing but self at the following end, a nearsighted perspective allowing self-consciousness to transcend into an abyssal crevice leaving nothing but self-blame scattered about the exiting footprints
retrospect; permitting history to foreshadow the ending of every attempt to let someone in, I allow the spark to grow to a flame, putting it out in attempt to prevent and circumvent the burning of the one not to blame
the cancer in my veins ignite with every attempt to fight for instances where i'm not to blame for instances where the outcome is sane, a love born a king and deceased a slave, a love resurrected, mirroring death the same
the entrance is an inhaled cigarette, that with intent of positivism, paints the walls, dripping with benzine illustrating their egress as an opposing objective to the goal in attaining peace by companionship
When I wrote this, this was the last verse that I felt the need to remove for obvious reasons:
"the progression of this is halted by one, a girl with the ability to knock down the walls i created with aspiration to halt the disdained inhalation caused by past refrain caused by me a girl so consistent that her presence has turned the answer to my problems into the answer to my long awaited plea"