I like to watch my world
fall apart
from a distance.

Looking through
shattered glass pieces
and foggy two way mirrors,
my life crumbling
down

down

d o w n

into nothing but forgotten ruins
...

it’s almost poetic.

I want to reach new heights,
fly like there's no tomorrow,
I want to scoop the world in my palms
and protect it from deadly folks and deep hollows.

It's my dream,

a simple desire,

am I asking for too much?

or am I just being naive?

It pains me to see everything crumble away,
pains me to see that we're living at the end of the days,

it pains me to just stare at the stars,

and wish to vanish as far

as my soul can escape.

Your all an effigy of hollow constructs.


You may want many things...

   But All are  a man made construction
bound to collapse under inferior
construction..

Leading to fatalities
within proper reflections.

For irregular constructs
are always going to falter,
and crumble.


As there base is weakened over time..

around the edges, she crumbles to the touch

burnt & scarred,

she is broken.


If she dares move, she risks becoming nothing more

than a single, burning ember

already, the two are similar

fighting to stay alive, she is burning out

C R A S H I N G
c  r  u  m  b  l  I  n  g
f
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                                        n
                                                g
breaking for all the things
she couldn't bear to lose.