Reality is delusion incarnate.

We accept the inevitable, we embrace the unchangeable.

This is the human disgrace.

Live with lies as lies lay deep, embedded the garments of existence.

We all destroy the meanful, and make waste of our grandest gift.

Do you wonder why you can’t sleep at night?

Do you feel the crushing weight of regret?

We drive away what was to be the bedrock.

Losing sight of the greatest bond.

The hearts only as strong as what holds it all together. Bitterness, sorrow, anger, and strife; the burdens of undoing. The straining goes unchecked, the chains turn brittle and fracture. The great schism, the great downfall of my existence. I’m but a ghost, the walking dead…

When the fire was set ablaze you sought for her comfort. And to your great disdain you were beguiled. She is but a plague, snarling and spewing her infectious lies.

Alas we have yet to see our full potential, we witness the crash and burn as dreams fail to come to fruition. Knuckles white, with a clenched fist and gnashing teeth.

Where thoughts collide, there indeed shall I find no solitude, no rest. Self assurance, lost in the wind.

And I had come to think that the end was catostrophic event; when I see now it is but a sad and lonely exodus.

Crush my fears and doubts

For they have succumb me

And I am falling from reality

Into a pit of disillusion

The specifics escape me

But the fear does not cease

Deja vu has come to reek havoc

The end is knocking at the door

So was I meant for this all along, to live and then cast aside

All that was and all that once was, now null and void

And I am to accept this because this is life, this is living

This far from the likes of that, this is suffocation

This is slow and painful

Ripped out from my grasps

There was never a chance to save it

I was done before I ever knew

This was just a trivial pursuit

I will be cold hearted, harsh and intolerable.

The bitterness is only to manipulate the fragments of your heart and mind.

Toss and turn, eyes closed shut, this is an unending nightmare; this your unending nightmare.

Indeed you will live to rue these last moments, clarity crumpled and tossed into the breeze.

Days grow old, and time slips away; your acceptance is inevitable, resistance is futile.

No surviors; none the wiser.

‘Ignorance is bliss’ has turned your world on its head.

The crown concaved, and what’s worth spewing out the crack.

Breathing room is a privilege, so watch as the walls compress.

Desperation takes over as the deprivation sets in.

I’ve taken all your hope,  I’ve destroyed all hope.

I’ve locked the door and snapped the key off.

Your world met its end before you ever knew.

One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though… betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope.