I’m created from the light of destruction.

Your cause of suffering made complete to separate this infusion from a life that’s so mundane.

Your fantasies of being someone who could never carry disease, it’s like your dreaming again.

There’s no one else besides the soul your fighting to control.

This psychobabble forcing an exit of me.

This I can’t accept as the blanket that shall extinguish this flame that burns so deeply at the site of me contradicting solidarity.

I’m turning you against me; discourse and part atrophy.

Your life consumed brings you to your knees.

Can’t stop this side of my thinking, we’ve been tied for too long.

Can’t stop this side of your thinking, been tied too long.

Is this the way that we’ll bow to the crowd after seeing it all fade away? 

Couldn’t see hate reject beauty in this chaos.

A certainty of blending personalities that blends to reality.

Am I forced to dwell within a frame?

This is not my body.

This is not my home.

I’ve seen this denial live in me for a while. (for a while)

So much attention to the words that can excite emotion from the verse. 

It’s reigning down on me, your norm in playing into society and its hierarchy they sell on a grading scale based on lies.

No loyalty.