I wander down the path Seemingly still and quiet No shadows in sight But a light so bright What could be, this Enigma? I’m mesmerized, so transfixed And with its grace and beauty It rejects every stigma
my Invigoration simple conjuration of feeble elation becomes condemnation an exacerbation of lost contemplation
falling to the floor i find myself beyond salvation and left to starvation I did not choose this, to feel this, or to be thrown away My intentions are gold, no ill will in sight but they choose to see what they want
HARK! A figure engulfs the horizon Shrouded and concealed from the world It charges forth as a familiar phantom It strikes me back as I stagger away Its cloak blackens the sky to my dismay as air evaporates bleeding my mind astray but hope is in sight for I have found a knife! again and again, Brutus would be proud for the pool beneath the figure must end my strife and to the figure, I remove its cowl lo and behold, the face is my own reality then breaks at the seams to have this fate, I couldn’t have known lost and diluted much like my dreams My hands remain red Trapped in my own head
-About those times when you feel like you're constantly ruining everything-