OWN

You can’t help but to feel left behind when your decision eats your own future and show you the despair that the path is providing you. You let go of your dream and you detached yourself from the world full with false promises. You overthink about your own regrets and your surrounding can’t seem to understand that you are trying your best to heal but is failing because of the circumstances that is now killing you off. The killing that is being planned by the Creator that sent the demons and angels just to make sure you won’t be able to find your true self. You keep on blaming yourself for not being able to keep up with the constant failures that chain you up and tied you in the depth of sorrow. The lingering flow of scent of frustration that is sucking the life out of you become the flow of blood that ruin your only aesthetic being which you can’t even look at right now. The devastation that you hold upon yourself when you watch yourself tear off of your own virgin wings that carry purity and sanity because you were told that you can’t do anything but letting down other people. Your own voice become the sound that reign the death of the impaired visions of the misfits. You could have live happily by now but decided to stab your own happiness and filled it with venomous dolor and stupidity. The deteriorating beating of your own heart that consume your very own steps of going into the hole of hell filled with sinners. The hope that you carry behind you has now latched onto the shadow that imitate your attitude and goes deeply into the belly of the demon that you have made a covenant with. The lullaby that you ought to sing whenever the darkness of the soulless start to engulf your fear of the isolation upon the illusion that once help you to let go of your own virginity to Him.