The Reflections Of Me

Pseudo replications entwined with delicate situations often times cause a sensation which in turn causes a manifestation,

Beyond what is real and/or imagined into a life that’s grown out of love and out of passion,

Tying your life unto a feeling that seems to trade your place with other peoples lives and battles and taking on their face,

Somewhere distant and far among the gazillion stars lies the hate in which I’m scarred and where I’ve lost my heart,

I can only try and deny the only thing I hide which is all you think you know of me from within I implode,

My tricks are done with intent and lies have I been sent to shower my friends I’m spent and can’t tell where the evening went,

Identity is a mess and under all this stress I can’t tell if I’m in hell after all the pain I’ve felt,

Care to help me up from shame and guilt I’ve supped and fell upon my face with no life in me but haste,

Worn a ragged smile have I while cluttered in a ditch nearby where’s my safest place to die while waiting for my soul to revive,

Lackluster pose like a well worn rose upright and sitting straight I’ve near so dear to help my fear in battle keep it straight,

Shown no mercy from the ones who curse me and watch me beg for bread like trying to live with so very little I give because my gift has been given instead,

True to myself when lies are my help and fantasy makes up my mind and shows me the wealth I can’t see for thyself has taken my dreams for a sign,

Tattered and left like cracks in a cleft inside a mountain peak twisted still like branches instilled and tossed about relentless,

Have I no fire within my attire my soul has dreaded my trials and beseeched my own while thinking unknown that worries may only desert you,

Please, I’ve no means to show my world and shatter my sun and his moon and dwindle my tears which oft’ shall appear and suffer the cross of my wound,

My dereliction and vile addictions photocopied and saved inside my hard drive that’s way too alive and watches me while I deprave,

My mind is a terror and a natural born error in which I’ve begun to detach and work out my horror and time I do borrow from life I have weathered thy patch,

Seek me your own and find me thy home buried beneath the back of everything you took from off of me you shook and pushed me off the track,

Oh have I no mind to see or to bind what here is nothing more a reason that shallows thy grave like a death within a maze and a personality I can’t live with,

Summon thy laughter with joy that I’m after and sense my ways to be dark for when I was a child my thoughts to run wild and for that I never came off the Ark,