The emotions that were created to please have taken a plunge into the misinformed vision, you have become drained as your actions have placed a negative perception on who you are and what you show, displacing the strategy of your intentions on the light somehow became dark after your selfish temptation started taking control, now the abandonment of love crushes the very dream you had wished for.
Within the time of this creation of false reality you have become blind to what is true, now all you can do is focus on the path in which you have traveled, with this hellish outcome in the open I have come crawling on my knees begging myself for an explanation of why I embraced the fool within, I have taken in the pain, yes the feeling is of being lost inside.
No one to turn to
No one to run to
No one to hold on to when times of penetrating caress form within you.
I despise these decisions.
The one of destruction took away from you, the one thing that would keep you wrapped up inside the arms of security.
Change has to come, indefinitely, this decision will overrule the wrong.
The torture makes no sense.
I lower my head in disbelief.
Written By: Christopher M. Schultz
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
The emotions that were created to please have taken a plunge into the misinformed vision, you have become drained as your actions have placed a negative perception on who you are and what you show, displacing the strategy of your intentions on the light somehow became dark after your selfish temptation started taking control, now the abandonment of love crushes the very dream you had wished for.
Within the time of this creation of false reality you have become blind to what is true, now all you can do is focus on the path in which you have traveled, with this hellish outcome in the open I have come crawling on my knees begging myself for an explanation of why I embraced the fool within, I have taken in the pain, yes the feeling is of being lost inside.
No one to turn to
No one to run to
No one to hold on to when times of penetrating caress form within you.
I despise these decisions.
The one of destruction took away from you, the one thing that would keep you wrapped up inside the arms of security.
Change has to come, indefinitely, this decision will overrule the wrong.
The torture makes no sense.
I lower my head in disbelief.
Written By: Christopher M. Schultz
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