My conflicted being, body and blood.
I try and fake with earnest. It's never good enough.
What is this I'm seeing? Happiness for those who dare to take charge.
Hate becomes a fuel.
Fear can't kill you, but the spiteful thoughts are never ending.
Jealousy is the underlying cause.
Pathetic attempts to deny a truth that's always been known.
Fighting won't get anywhere.
You've been down there you know that road.
Choice is not in your hands.
"This is the age of sin.
Reject the order of creation.
Revel in the annihilation of man in the image of god.
Destroy. Plot designs of death.
Disfigure the face of man and woman."
I am not this, it's just churning thoughts and sleepless nights, desiring for an end to the fear.
Fear is creeping in, this tragic shell a reminder of who I used to be.
This fear is creeping in, manifesting far too soon.
For the lives of the martyrs to my ends, for the time I would have spent, I tried so hard.
I am not this, it's just churning thoughts and sleepless nights, desiring for an end to the fear.
Fear is creeping in. A f*cking reminder of what I hoped to be.
Vision distorted, hatred reflected.