Forced under siege, infrequent mind.

It’s unforgiving.

Pleasures comes right before the consequence of actions. 

Taking a backseat towards onset memory relapse.

Filtered through all my sins confessed, some through desires now. 

This isn’t me whose guilty.

The strength deprived from me.

It’s so endearing; a catastrophe.

We’re on the brink of destruction, a simple mind confined not free from the process of grieving alive.

We’ll choose our own fate.

Behind the mask a tortured soul collapsed, a fantasy of normal things to be exactly where it should be except the change happens when I least expect.

Repressed from the things I said to conclude this journey to the abyss, a darkened corner still I’m encased by violent ticks.

………musical break……..

We’ll lose ourselves when this falls back on the definition of justice for all that I can’t escape.

A life I can’t take. 

A broken mind built from The Hyde that lives inside my thoughts to die.

We’ll lose ourselves through walls built by the deafening insults by all.

I can’t live.

I can’t erase.

Just know that we are not alone.