Distant tomorrows, empty mornings, golden coffins, life offers you a little less each time, closed memories, silent promises, beautiful tears, fragile smiles, each moment is a fragmented by each words that are never given life by welcoming ears, hallow soul, tortured mind, poisoned heart, false identity is a remedy for missing an identity, its a crisis, torn apart iris, I am a pupil of my own demise, see I died more times than the atoms that construct my flesh, its a never ending cycle, recycling everything worth adopting, detailed in my psyche, each syllable in text, inhaled as breath.......life seems to make more sense now, or is it all just a reflection of the definition of being happy?...vivid imagery created with absent emotions, opened up wounds that time lied about healing, the pain stained everything that was meant make living a bit better, yet it seems like nightmares are not just nocturnal, they reach the surface and untangle, all the strings that kept my creator at bay, but I shall not tell a lie. @illpo3t
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 20:14:29 +0000