It can happen only so many times

Resistance to systematic and yet random disturbance shall be the saviour, but only up to a certain point in time, undecided and imminent

As again you suffer in your own way, inside of the realm you call sanctuary, a unit of elite sent to bring down your reign of unparalleled calm tranquility

Each day is lived with thoughts of smiling , waving, nodding heads in false acknowledgement , compassion lies to you as anger and solace blur , merge into your subconscious

The words that leave you are tainted by keep quiet, dont make a fuss, , but the words that remain, these are to be forgotten, and they are to be feared for their feral function can destroy,

We walk away, heads turned, eyes glaring
A moment of mixed reactions but a moment we are both sharing

Distortion, abortion , magnetic , frantic, explosive, corrosive, , the over whelming urge to cease and then start from somewhere full of similar surprises

Walk the broken glass and remember your own disguises

That which makes an attempt to take me whilst asleep, control and consume, shall compel me to indulge in retribution and lock you into a darkened claustrophobic room

The candle that I lit for you slowly flickers until its early extinction
But the flame it now burns me from inside, synchronized with my undisclosed disposition