Alone Left to my own demise ,
Has made me come to realize ,
It's not the world that I hate
Its myself that I despise ,
In pure silence my demons track me down and fill my mind with lies ,
While A desperate allure of no human interaction takes the sound of all my cries , crushes my spirit , my will , and
everything in me except natural instinc to stay alive dies .
A bag of negative fluid with a self loathing surprise inside somehow after badly crashing Everytime I've tried to fly , despite not caring perhaps not wanting I manage to survive.
Lower and lower colder and older chips turn to Boulders on my shoulders I feel more and more, transparent in the eyes of the beholder, never getting ahead in life and never getting closure , it's always been terrible...
from the beginning it was over ...