I wake up each day a little more dead on the inside.
Living without a reason takes a toll on my pride.
Tired of clawing into the emptiness waiting to be found.
My vocal cords have begun to lose their sound.

Invited to start a brand new endeavor.
Trapping myself in all of the possibilities.
That rope from the past has already been severed.
Fighting an immense density of probability.

Buttoned up.
Gloves on tight.
I thought I was over it.
Having a sober fit.

I'm falling apart, sitting out in the dark.
I had a dream, but it tore at its seams.
I wanted to look, but too much was took.
They took my heart, and that was only the start.

What's the point of a smile?
When it's the same as an accessory to compliment your style.

Lying & cheating.
Dragging me into the dark.
Love will tear you down.
They're out for my heart.

My brain is in constant meetings.
A goddamn intrusion on my art of seclusion.
This nightmare titled, "life", keeps repeating.
The fusion of hearts doesn't start when the spark is lost.

You don't want to deal with my temper.
These thoughts are not able to be tethered.
I slayed the emperor over his nasty leer.
My crown cannot compare.
Fake smiles are all that stitch me together.

Confess,
To the demons in the mirror,
Falsely bless,
Reflections of pure terror,
Ever grotesque,
Shadows glitching nearer.

Hiding inside my room.
Social media insert.
Giving up isn't easy.
An "I wouldn't want to be you" concert.

A copy and paste existence deleting the taste of resistance.
My contradictory pride, my adversary and my ally.
The curtains dropped when I felt like I was at the top.
As a traitor is how I excel, sheltered inside of my cell.

This ghost of mine, won't let me breathe.
Countless apparitions, parade on scene.
I can't advance nor retreat in an endless masquerade of...