For years you drenched me in it—your embryonic deceit. You fed me the devices of fear and groomed me for torture. You corroded what was meant to be MY life. You showed me the ease of defeat. I was your vainglorious martyr.
Now, I live as a doppelganger. No matter how much I push, how much I scream, how much I fight, no matter how far I run, you are always there, stealing my reflection. You are in the variables of circumstance I cannot control. I am not so mismatched, but you make singularity my curse, whispering away all that matters, brutalizing me from the core. You are the nightmare in my dreamscape.
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