Im done. I've made my last and marked it strong. Leaving behind the only trace of significance knowing none within I have proven to myself there is no lie that can be broken with a ring of distortion ringing in my ears.
And if tomorrow is any better I will see to it that everything left in me sends out fragments of glass digging deep within for the questions to the answers we knew not. Somewhere along the lines of truth and be told my image rests cold with the confusion of the very eyes of those who struck me down willingly and hopefully. Tomorrow morning is the night of all dead, and upon sunset, sunrise new life banging on my bedroom door to hear everything I knew was and wouldn't be for another hour in another location where individuality isn't treated like a dog being spit upon by the very few who knew who you were and what you will never be.
I will write you a letter marked 2:31.
Sharks dwell seemingly honest in a pool filled with the blood I left to swallow. And I yelled out mental melodies luring the beasts back into their caves before everything came crashing down when they lacked sleep. I was losing the battle of acceptance which came as no surprise with the envy and illusion spilled when I tried to be me one more time and talk against authority. Priority took part in the story of endless confusion. I left. All of these helping hands reached out above me and held onto someone less likely to enjoy life any better explaining how he or she felt. I am my only hero. I saved myself from everything. And im so sorry you knew who I was and will never be.
Like you. Tomorrow was my last.
And I am a professional when it comes to this.