As see the days go by and wonder what I have to achieve in this vacant place. My eyes seem to deceive me or am I held hostage by my mind? The road seems parched by the anger of my own failures. Lost! I try to hold on to the sides of the ever-tilting surfaces. I feel my ego mocking me. Laughing a loud with a conglomerate of my own sub-conscious fears, which I have gathered on this wild chase In search of identity.
The lies and deceit is not of another’s but the scars I have ridden my mind with of self inflicted sorrow. My heart does not dictate my actions, as the faint beat of hope lies silent in a mash of human flesh. The blood once an envious red of youth, now a pale colour on cheap hotel wall. Every step feels unmoved and pointless to my once fierce limbs. Shallow breathing makes it hard to fill the void within and light the temple of my resilience.
I trudge along dragging my shadows in the blazing heat of constant submission. Scared to confront the opposing order and leaving behind my convictions like a shamed parent. I try to tune into my intuition, which blurts static frequencies form a distant place.
Ravaged and hungry I stand in an unending queue at the devils pawnshop awaiting the return of my soul.
far from the truth!
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