| let this be a dream this reality, tinted and shadowed by my subconscious wrapped by my own fears, desires, and personal aspirations fighting even though i cant see whats consuming this. What is it? A timeless void between day and night? libido driven, my only remaining passion, its already consumed what's right. whether in wake or sleep, im wrapped up in a mess, life goes on in a search for meaning and i welcome this consumption, i confess. led by the path i chose, where the consumption never ends puting what i allowed to be consumed forgotten, turning my cheek as it was consuming my friends. as time progresses, my love is all i have remaining after all this consuming strife, and i cling to it with tears in my eyes both day and night, i then wake and realize the consumption. is my life. |