Living Redux

I think its time I said enough to those words you dont understand you cant just make it up as you go along im trying as hard as I can so what if you were home could it be as easy to rebuild in someone else than to get you to notice that you might be wrong too much said and not enough done too much said and not enough done too much said and not enough done so im letting you go ill learn to be alone or you could say youre sorry and meet me in stafford we could learn and we could grow capo 2,standard

No heartbreak so gripping, so real, so lucid As is the repetition and concurrent meaninglessness The light of life shaking, twisted, and dissipating like a plume of exhaled smoke from a cigarette You put your head in your hands and convulse, Shouting "No!" as tears pour, as if it will slow the tide of numbness washing over your soul As if feigning hope reasserts that you at one point in time had hope, that at one point in time you believed Be happy that you're free of the delusions, but your penance is to wish for ignorance To want, to pray, to need for some divine touch that does not scold, does not burn, does not wither A sensation you'll never know But are sentenced to desire for the rest of your days

Dust. My hands are fear. With light in my grasp, I turn it to dust. A smile wide, and wider yet. A mask, made frail and worn by time - excruciatingly framing every mistake. Mistakes? Decisions. And those decisions are a lifetime. A lifetime of revisiting and reliving your shortcomings. "You'll never learn", the excuse you use to avoid answering to your mistakes, as that lifetime turns to dust. The panic begins at the heart. As the smiles disappear, the warmth of that smile begins to fade and the heart sinks. Footsteps. Faint footsteps. Becoming louder. Faster. The eyes seek what the ears perceive. Until the realization that those footsteps are internal. The heart and head run from one another - neither willing to admit wrongdoing. Failure. You want to run. "Grow up. You're pathetic. Get a hold of yourself." Blood begins to freeze. Bones begin to chill. The eyes sink inward, glaze over, and focus disappears. The heart submits defeat an...