Just fractured textures Excerpts of memories, Forgotten conjectures
Trapped in space and time; Just figments of rendered sectors that I’ve assembled to fabricate my reality beyond measure
I’m tethered but the pressure Never lessens whatsoever Forever endeavoring to sever my essence Or consciousness altogether
The splendor of the Nether Whether it’s my pleasure to ever enter Or remain a lonely specter destined to beg the question, but plagued to always remember
I invent scenarios in my head And fantasize how I long to be dead While conceptualizing my grave end Though I dread the inevitable attempt
The hand I’m dealt lost in the shuffle My walls crumble deciphering life’s puzzles Disillusioned with the hustle and bustle Solutions come full circle at the bottom of a bottle
Mental status: unstable Cerebral stasis turns tables Visibly miserable and unable To cope without the love of my chemical savior
From the apex, I’m ready to sail While failing to grasp what all it entails I steadily hide intent in my tales In my dreams I’m haunted since leaving the cradle
Life is beautifully frail I see myself dancing in the portrayal with the reaper as the main feature veiled together in a cerebral theater
Patterns intertwine In fashioned structures I slumber and suffer Painting caricatures
Of a perfect life I yearn to capture In lustrous colors That fail to convert