And just like a spark of fire, I'm falling off, I'm turning into ash...
Every coat of assurance turning into thaws of dwindling hope...
And the swirls bend me in, I'm shifting, I'm turning into dust...
Every curl of pain blending into glistening ends of hate...
And I'm breaking and I'm begging and I'm...
The shrill sweeps in, the fall-out ceases, the cuts go in deeper, everything blends out and the fear crawls back in...
Twisted, lonely, unhappy
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Jaded Reality
PoetrySome Realities are hidden safely in cages far away from the guilt of being judged at, from being gawked at, to form a veil to hide beneath in order to look as humanly happy as possible. To hoard down dark secrets, ultimately sulking in a murk so da...
