Waking up, Sombering up to confessions.
I am alone and akin to my own discretion.

Teeter Totter, I sware to you I will never lie to anymore. Dancing around, I'm a fool.

Nothing more.

I've tasted perfection, swept across the deepest valleys of my depression. Only to find barren,

Distant dreams forever out of my crude reach. Indulging in insaitable lust, I covet for love,

And encompass loneliness in trust.

Of no one but myself can fix my soul. Of no one here on earth, aside the one whose hands

Crafted such a compromised lull. And watches helplessly as I, the creation. Vigilantly sin, and

Embrace blasphemy like the breeze to a piegon.

Repent, repent I must! Replace this cynical trust.
In my intentions while alive, in my contentions

On how I should live this life. Lone, surrounded by beautfiul chromes. I miss serendipity, love's

only true channel, promising and unending.

I've sifted through regret, and climbed the mountain of new eyes set. On goals, on vows

Whose pillars are made of delicate mold. Like a foam on the killer's lips, I ooze and drip.

Down to reality, and it's unforgiving grip.

Where lies and fiction dwell, I am so easily at home. Will I ever turn away, from aesthetic

Deception? No, but see it face to face, and learn to deal with masks and burning temptation.

Open hands, I am lost in this enmity.

Words can't express, my oblivion

My distress, casting out to perpetuity.