BATTLESCARS

Severely wounded, I'm torn out from the fracture of reality

In a state of immunity although well diagnosed with impurity

I'm stained by the torment of serenity that's absent from the confinement of my internal-being

Driven by utmost scrutiny to acquire that which I've fought to be under my ownership

I'm propelled to such a degree that i feel obligated to bargain with Time

For how much longer should I wait to be reinstated to divine peace

Caught between separate worlds, marginalized by the invisible line between prescribed truth and perspective of truth

For what i cease to ingrain inward is a direct reflection of what is portrayed outward

I'm more lost in the concept of my living being, trying utmost not to question the present moment

Without direction there's no marked destination, therefore I could be living in a memory of my past life, trying my all best to fix what left me broken

Could be wandering the aftermath of a man destined to die with no purpose.

It seems as if I'm stuck in a rat race

In a constant rush to finish my cycle of cause

The detriment that comes with knowing that failure is merely a victory that has resulted in defying the Ego

What you endowed to have known about yourself is gone, preparation to escape embodiment of reality is lost

What's now left besides agony and death is nothing more than a soul condemned to its eternal memories.