My thoughts just burn like ash and fern,
My mind lingers and I’m tired of waiting,
Waiting for the oppurtune moment of sacrilious sanctity,
Waiting for the time when i can fullfill my every desire.
But im alone, like a shot gun waiting to be fired,
Im alone, and the peace of mind I seek to obtain is nothing but a mirror image of my evil desires and boring oneness..
I can’t feel the floor beneath my feet,
I can’t feel the kisses and the shying eyes, the blush, the cognac seeping through my oesophagus, i can’t feel any sense of pride and devotion.
My devotion is to oneness as it is to oneself,
I am not selfish but filled with bitterness because I cannot fully committ to the ones i wish to comitt to,
And believe the ones i would like to believe,
I’m consumed, chasing dreams bigger than my show size,
Whoring my aspirations around and trusting those that don’t give a damn because there is determination,
I cut a slice of bread, eat it, and let it sink,
like the timeless series of emotions I should have gone through but never underwent,
Consumed with self-study and hating everybody,