Be Patient, Be Kind, Become You

False illusions of comfort aren’t really comforting, no vice should have to cure the fear of dead silence. 

Being alone scared the shit out of me~ I needed others to be seen~ for who I was able to make them think I was~ not for the reality…

My reflection scared me~ I knew of all my past decisions~ the pain fueled many more and the strain became to hard to endure…

My eyes looked glossy black with a tint of evil, my mind kept telling me lies, my heart stuck between what I thought and saw, the past controlled my vision…

More and more self inflicted incisions to come~ how much can one endure when mentally fucked and insecure~ over two decades and then some~ these ripples can last a lifetime and more…

If you fucking let them, excuse the language please, it’s just my passion bleeding through the page, fueled from the rage, finally I’m free from the cage, I’m entering a new stage, I’LL BE JUST FINE!