I struggle with the act of following your shadow into this realm of temptation
I’ve blown my mind out with a bullet so effortlessly created to destroy these walls built around remembering
I’ve killed my heart swimming in a pool of corruption and swallowed its poisons leaving a bitter sweet burn down my throat
I’ve lost my soul searching for another to fill this hollow hole carved into my body with a spear used to carve many others
What’s gone are the thoughts of thinking
When thinking of survival in a world so abundant with evil and torture walking around in shackles is the only way not to be forgettable
A place of belonging so desirable turning into the devils spawn so willingly turns into a reaper
Preying on the bits and pieces of life that never reached the opportunity of meeting darkness
Darkness at a rapid pace meeting the earths surface