Darkness a void and soft it must be if only but scared of objects unseen a fainted dim thought of life beyond me if were all see through just like glass can we shatter just as fast lonely waiting , a retreat from this mask acceptance, or wanted by others we ask a curse restrained by me ripping inside me broken and hiding love is a gift but I wished it didn't find me now at the edge sobbing and crying someone just push me i'm already dying.
I feel intrigued deeply by the worldy thoughts and desires which drive us as brethren to turn on our loved ones driving us to hatred amongst society which harbors a tragic dark aura.