Non Relenting
I'm oh so cold, why have I become this frozen figure?
Why has my hatred taken over for the place of my heart? Why have I let my emotions die down to a dull and simple flame, they are not the once blinding light and eternal flame of who I am, or was. nor will it ever be the same.
Why am I so dead inside, no longer able to taste happiness, or the zest of life itself. Cold, dead, emotionless. Empathic.
My head is spinning in itself with such great constancy, The only fire I feel now is my anger, my building distrust. I no longer believe in the word of those around me. Nor will I ever until they are away, I push you all, I purge my relations to them due to the pervasive notion that if I dont, I will incredible deeds of evil to them.
Callous cold, broken and wrapped, the bubble yet once again grows, I am indifferent to those who "love me" Indifferent to what I'm Supposed to feel... I feel nothing... In the presence of those I love all I feel is irritation, enough of it in fact to tear out my hair. Im so sick of the hole I've dug myself, Im tired of what holds me back, drags me down, rips at my side as I try to break into stride. I am nothing because I am held back by you and I am tired of it. I am sick and fucking tired of it. Today I hold the deliberations of all your judgments, in my mind, in my temple, the tribunal assembled and the fate of you in my life will be decided and carried out.
Days passing on and on make me realize more and more that I don't know what I am becoming,or how much more control I lose daily.
I am breaking the bonds that retain me. Use your friendship as your sheath, sheath for the "phantom" sword you use to stab at me, to wound me. I now end this. I and I alone, for you will continue to blind me until I am gone. Dead and buried you must not become, I don't need you.. .anymore...
Why has my hatred taken over for the place of my heart? Why have I let my emotions die down to a dull and simple flame, they are not the once blinding light and eternal flame of who I am, or was. nor will it ever be the same.
Why am I so dead inside, no longer able to taste happiness, or the zest of life itself. Cold, dead, emotionless. Empathic.
My head is spinning in itself with such great constancy, The only fire I feel now is my anger, my building distrust. I no longer believe in the word of those around me. Nor will I ever until they are away, I push you all, I purge my relations to them due to the pervasive notion that if I dont, I will incredible deeds of evil to them.
Callous cold, broken and wrapped, the bubble yet once again grows, I am indifferent to those who "love me" Indifferent to what I'm Supposed to feel... I feel nothing... In the presence of those I love all I feel is irritation, enough of it in fact to tear out my hair. Im so sick of the hole I've dug myself, Im tired of what holds me back, drags me down, rips at my side as I try to break into stride. I am nothing because I am held back by you and I am tired of it. I am sick and fucking tired of it. Today I hold the deliberations of all your judgments, in my mind, in my temple, the tribunal assembled and the fate of you in my life will be decided and carried out.
Days passing on and on make me realize more and more that I don't know what I am becoming,or how much more control I lose daily.
I am breaking the bonds that retain me. Use your friendship as your sheath, sheath for the "phantom" sword you use to stab at me, to wound me. I now end this. I and I alone, for you will continue to blind me until I am gone. Dead and buried you must not become, I don't need you.. .anymore...