pushing you away from fragile walls conceived by guilt and misunderstanding.
Empathy seems in order, but when the chips are down, a helping hand is all but nonexistant.
Like clockwork I lose myself in a maze of memories that may not even be real. I slowly grip reality just to find that I'm back at the start.
It's going faster now....
Gathering dust, the gears of morality are tarnished by the blood of honest men.
The ashes are fabricated faster than they can be cleaned and I'm starting to drown.
people are the virus and people are the cure. so what am I? I am chaos incarnate. An eternal variable in your system.An enigma without cause or passion.A nasty scar you can't remove.The very core of all you can't say,do or think. I am the hatred you won't embrace.I am the martyr you won't acknowlege. I am the voice of suffering you can't hear. i am the final page of an unwritten chapter. the last words of a forgotten verse.
I'm not the alpha but I'll be the omega.
The end of modern consistancy. I am what you can never be. I am what you never want to face.
It's slowing back down...
Time returns and the shadows fade. the veil is lifted and here I stand, Full of light,Full of darkness.Still waiting for my time..........