It started long before me.
I never saw it coming.

That distance.
The promise.
A state of isolation.

Inside my darkest nightmares,
those things still crawl inside me.

The answer.
Persistence.
The trait of stagnation.

Still I do my duty.
Rejection.
Deception.
The breaking.
Of heart and promise.

A hope is cast in darkness.
A ritual born of circles.
The sadness in madness.
Feels like I'm gone forever.

Sometimes I hear them coming.
Shadows that smile in torture.

It's over.
Come slower.
Protect me.
Forget me.

The hate I hate believing.
The date of fate is leaving.
It's now time for grieving.

I'm gone and back.. again.