Turned off the gravity to lessen the weight of my shadows. But did that ever work, or was the melt down what follows. Trying to focus on anything other than me, Maybe that made it easier when it was I who undid me.
You can live in a dispassionate, destructive state, You can keep adding worries and doubts piling up your plate, Darkness falls like an avalanche moving at an exponential rate, Its not 1 into 2 but 1 into 3 then 3 into 9, Then when every part of your persona is taken apart by its design.
Who is left and who am I? What is left when the birds won't fly. Who will care when the clock strikes 12, When the day is over and your down on yourself.
When the world has had it's pound of flesh but still wants more. The fatigue is suffocating expanding from my core, It fills me up until it leaks like tar from my pores, Muddles my mind twisting 1 thing into a 1000 thoughts.
One wide split right through the middle Frightening fighting while I stay hidden A war between reality and feelings The path my feelings follow aren't always appealing.
I've invested my energies in endeavours proven destructive Fed the essence of my aura into a river that's been occluded All the sentiment sediment with the pressure becomes eruptive Seems like the fallacy inside me had always been corrupted.
Imagination and my devastation have I always been deluded Dichotomy so clear yet the opposing parts keep feuding They create a perfect storm as if these factors colluded Adding to the mounting anxiety making matters more confusing.