Don't stop, keep lying.
I'll see right through your bitter words.
My skin is made of steel that is unscathed.
Try to tear me apart I won't ever respond.
You fail me.
So I won't speak a thought in my mind,
for it wouldn't be productive in any way.
I'll turn my back on you and feel nothing.
For I am in control.
You are not.
I'll fall into this never-ending dream
of unknown futures,
and unknown pasts.
What questions will I ask myself before I even leave?
No one knows, no one knows.
Can I even take a shot?
Cracking open these wondrous thoughts?
No one can help me,
"The Independent one."
Self proclaimed of course.
For I can only proceed with this monstrous task.
It feels like banging your head against the wall.
Against a brick wall.
But the result is something special.
Internal peace.
Justifiable actions.
Excuse-less mistakes.
Logical decisions.
Unlimited power.
Only I can attain this for myself.
The lonely half-fallen angel.
Not everyone is perfect.
But you should only pray for your own forgiveness.
That is my secret.