Subject is to long so look down
An Inevitable Relapse To Attain A Desolate Delusion Of Vivid Visions To Prolong The Agony Of Self Induced Affliction!!
Abandoned in a world of soulless stars, with little opportunity except to sit back and watch, persecuted inside this inescapable prison of my mind. Held captive by the sense of anguish I perceive when I look into your ravaged eyes. Torturing images of your past invade your senses. Prolonging the inevitable agony of the impassive existence that you have enclosed entirely all around yourself. To sit immersed in deep reflection of yourself, distorted and misrepresented, you induce a vivid illusion, solely to overshadow the sacrifice that I envisioned from the desolate confines of my unrelenting heart. Disillusioned, I desire to reveal unexpressed emotions, longing to be released, yet they are suppressed with inconceivable images of rejection. Susceptibly weakened, a deep wound of self-affliction. The silence of a heart beat bounces soundlessly against flesh, it’s echoes reverberating throughout my chest, my throat, the roof of my mouth and escapes finally, in a sigh. After years of trying to hold it in. I just gave up. Realized that even when my lips were closed, my heart still breathed deeply in despair, and you can't trap a sigh anymore than you can hold back a tear. I’ve held your heartbeat in the palm of my hands, but I couldn’t crush it. So built a wall around my soul, but still you touched me. Then the world crashes around me, but you can’t see their tears on your own and I can’t hear their screams on my own. Stare straight ahead and avoid any eye contact, pretend you don’t know what’s going on. Hold your breath, don’t give away our secrets, don’t let them know that anything is wrong, and when you cry at night, feel sorry for yourself. But know all along that if you stop screaming and listen. That if you stop crying you’ll see. You aren’t the only one that could always recognize the indescribable beauty in sadness, feel intensely the wilting of flowers, witness the sparkle of broken bottles and glass shards glistening against the concrete and the wonder of ever wanting to drown inside my own sorrow and blend in with the air to disappear to savor the warmth of a tear as it engraves a trail across the valleys of a worn down cheek to melt into skin and fades like the violence of a war that ravages a nation with the intensity of a feeling that you thought would never die except one day you open your eyes and everything is so quiet you wonder if the sky is even moving if it’s finally safe to climb out of that hole that has been your sanctuary your hiding place your excuse to let the world revolve without you but you reach out anyway realizing that even if all the stars are there to greet you, can you smile because you finally understand that like the moon, the beauty you sought in sadness was only a reflection of the light from the sun and so the next time the glitter of glass shards of a broken heart leaves me speechless and unable to breathe I will swallow this ache even if it chokes me, I will stand up and smile, I will close my fist and hold on tight- even if all I grasp is the air- I will open my eyes and stare reality down even as it mocks me. I will not wipe these tears. I will grieve and then I will say good-bye. Once I was gone, she tried to count the stars, starting with one. They told her it was impossible, but every night she'd start right where she left off, pausing to appreciate the brightest stars. Never overlooking the tiniest. She’d count stars until she fell asleep, and then she counted stars in her dreams. She tried to build her dreams, starting with one. They told her it was impossible, but every day she'd start right where she left off, pausing to carefully carve some hope, never overlooking the tiniest. Building as many dreams as she had counted stars, and then she dreamed some more. She used to count the stars, even when there were none and only when you told her it was impossible, did she believe you. Because she trusted you, and so you counted the stars, as they disappeared from her eyes. And now when she looks up at the night sky, all she can do is watch them die. she used to count the stars. She used to………………………………
Abandoned in a world of soulless stars, with little opportunity except to sit back and watch, persecuted inside this inescapable prison of my mind. Held captive by the sense of anguish I perceive when I look into your ravaged eyes. Torturing images of your past invade your senses. Prolonging the inevitable agony of the impassive existence that you have enclosed entirely all around yourself. To sit immersed in deep reflection of yourself, distorted and misrepresented, you induce a vivid illusion, solely to overshadow the sacrifice that I envisioned from the desolate confines of my unrelenting heart. Disillusioned, I desire to reveal unexpressed emotions, longing to be released, yet they are suppressed with inconceivable images of rejection. Susceptibly weakened, a deep wound of self-affliction. The silence of a heart beat bounces soundlessly against flesh, it’s echoes reverberating throughout my chest, my throat, the roof of my mouth and escapes finally, in a sigh. After years of trying to hold it in. I just gave up. Realized that even when my lips were closed, my heart still breathed deeply in despair, and you can't trap a sigh anymore than you can hold back a tear. I’ve held your heartbeat in the palm of my hands, but I couldn’t crush it. So built a wall around my soul, but still you touched me. Then the world crashes around me, but you can’t see their tears on your own and I can’t hear their screams on my own. Stare straight ahead and avoid any eye contact, pretend you don’t know what’s going on. Hold your breath, don’t give away our secrets, don’t let them know that anything is wrong, and when you cry at night, feel sorry for yourself. But know all along that if you stop screaming and listen. That if you stop crying you’ll see. You aren’t the only one that could always recognize the indescribable beauty in sadness, feel intensely the wilting of flowers, witness the sparkle of broken bottles and glass shards glistening against the concrete and the wonder of ever wanting to drown inside my own sorrow and blend in with the air to disappear to savor the warmth of a tear as it engraves a trail across the valleys of a worn down cheek to melt into skin and fades like the violence of a war that ravages a nation with the intensity of a feeling that you thought would never die except one day you open your eyes and everything is so quiet you wonder if the sky is even moving if it’s finally safe to climb out of that hole that has been your sanctuary your hiding place your excuse to let the world revolve without you but you reach out anyway realizing that even if all the stars are there to greet you, can you smile because you finally understand that like the moon, the beauty you sought in sadness was only a reflection of the light from the sun and so the next time the glitter of glass shards of a broken heart leaves me speechless and unable to breathe I will swallow this ache even if it chokes me, I will stand up and smile, I will close my fist and hold on tight- even if all I grasp is the air- I will open my eyes and stare reality down even as it mocks me. I will not wipe these tears. I will grieve and then I will say good-bye. Once I was gone, she tried to count the stars, starting with one. They told her it was impossible, but every night she'd start right where she left off, pausing to appreciate the brightest stars. Never overlooking the tiniest. She’d count stars until she fell asleep, and then she counted stars in her dreams. She tried to build her dreams, starting with one. They told her it was impossible, but every day she'd start right where she left off, pausing to carefully carve some hope, never overlooking the tiniest. Building as many dreams as she had counted stars, and then she dreamed some more. She used to count the stars, even when there were none and only when you told her it was impossible, did she believe you. Because she trusted you, and so you counted the stars, as they disappeared from her eyes. And now when she looks up at the night sky, all she can do is watch them die. she used to count the stars. She used to………………………………