Depressed, Dreaming, in a way that doesn't matter. isolated, alone and angry, old ghosts rattling chains long abandoned and forgotten, A reflection, in a shattered mirror of self, Someone i was supposed to be, broken. Taken Away. this reflection of you I take to my grave, the person I am, always defined by others behavior, never at face value, never myself, always someone else expectation, a darkened mirror smashed by bleeding hand. cursed blood, only a reflection of someone else who came before, or beside, I am so confused, i don't remember or care anymore, all i know is that my life is not and has not ever been my own, engineered for failure because the sins are not my own, but i am the man who endures the consequences of other's choices, endures the agony of a bitter broken past that follows alongside me, inescapable, a prophecy written in childhood, feeling more like a darkened vow, one that always comes true, No escape. Not when its a reflection of you, the thing you always wanted me to be.
You've accomplished you're mission. Nothing's left of me. Good job.
Current Mood: Bitter, Determined to Write.
Current Music: System of a Down – Mind
I carefully choose people in my life and if you are not happy with it, then its your call to be angry, broken, disappointed and lose sleep over my choice, judgement & decision... no apologies.
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