i cant contain what has not been detained

[preciousdemise]

with in a common threat
i supply myself with a lethal dose
of extracting sorrow
once i knew that i had nothing with in
i knew that i had nothing to give
but a splinter of a hope that love
blessed with me but the saddening facts
overwhelming like there was never a
tomorrow
im sincere
im bold
with what i would have known
i wished i had more to show
but i can only play second fiddle
to an imagenary view
of my forgotten mirror
in the consistantancy of self malice
im not him
the boy that waited
im not who is the
cloaked irony of a mess
i dont know how people see me
i dont know how life provides me with air
but in a leading dispair i choose
to be who i want to be
broken again and again
i begin to fail myself
end transmission from a heart that is
hollowed....