Tendencies of your self destruction
are trademarks etched into your soul.
Time may fade these intentional eyesores,
but time won’t resolve
your incoherent frame of mind.
Consoling yourself within these wounds.
Remaining frozen
with heartless movements.
Fixated on this act,
you thrive.
Contradicting the path you lead.
Marching forward in command,
in this trail of hurt.
Oblivious to what may arise,
your notions of this bulletproof lifestyle.
You believe, this is hope.