Fault is all mine That's I didn't know the value of your And have tortured you to the core and now karma is punishing me By giving me the punishment of loneliness, In this whole world Now the most loneliest person is I.
Fault is done by me so the karma will also punish me
She left again. and with Her goes my strength, my sense of self, my control. She knows what to say, when to say it, how to say it. unlike Her, i always lose. i have the words, never the order. i have the nerve, never the energy. to Her, my tears are a white flag, waving so far in the distance, She can pretend not to notice, and no one will put her at fault.
There exists an area between hurt and healed called scarred it's a place that isn't found—but revealed tectonic plates protecting the core my vibrating feet split the earth forming my fault of separation passive plains give way to cliffs and valleys your seismograph detected tremors so you escaped to safer ground outside my sightline from inside the trench emerging memories are all I need to dig deeper so remembrance goes through a grainy filter glorifying the other side of my grave of grime engendering assumptions of purity lying beyond the fresh dirt door where the undead hold their light sticks and disco ***** creating light without illumination I stumble into them like a moth at night bumping into the last vestiges of light they say multiplying two negatives equals a positive but this whole keeps going deeper we just acclimate to the depths making a competition of going furthest down excavating our descent by expanding the division in the land until magma erupts lighting the voluminous pit revealing the hell we've dug trickster shadows dance along the sides hypnotizing the feral demons staring slack-jawed at the empty canvas of the cave walls attributing the beauty of what they've missed to ghosts telling ourselves our horns make us unique until the lava starts burning us as a reminder of humanity continuation ensures incineration yet this cavern has become my home after convincing myself I belong here so everybody hysterically huddles together to protect themselves from the consequences oozing from the pressurized center I squeeze to fit into the middle of the crowd putting bodies between myself and the nothingness that awaits watching fellow spelunkers burn while hoping the inevitable doesn't reach me the liquid flame consumes my carcass there's so many directions to fling the fire in but I benignly accept my fate knowing this is all my fault.