Showdown closed in the sub natures that has perceived in the veil. The effect has bemused our inner consciences and has truly, penetrated our egos so deep in our living cores that it will take an entire life time to regenerate our once solaced memories that repent our sorriest and laced fates that could have been a meaning…
We travel in different roads some that lead to dust, others that leave to our personal hells and once we attain all the much unforeseen consequences. Fate begins
I will refuse to make fate my sidekick, but bully him to be my slave in a sordid way that I will be able to maneuver my ways in our same beliefs. Abhorred nourished behaviors will unclean our smothering trends.
Sometimes my light watches over your dark, and I lumber beside the moonlight shadow hoping that fate will reconnect us, trusting the twists of time, to reunite us in this earth, that familiar feeling of knowing we belong to each other, that certainty that we are the same substance, we combine, we fuse together so perfectly…
Maybe in this life time you may not recognize me or you simply desire to vanish me from your life, destroy and erase those memories that are so buried deep in you.
It’s utterly lucid that you feel drawn to me, but you don’t ahold so you elect to withdraw yourself from me… and this vicious circus continuo’s to exist, so all I have left is to involve myself in this agonizing sphere.
We wanted silently to be the embodiment of each other as we lived through days on each other’s air supply; slowly we could not go on crawling in such suffocating motion. The loneliness calls every time closer…
The release always feels liberating, but does remorse too?
