Shadows of yesterday.

With rusted lips, itchy eyes, and an aching skull,
She silently watches the smoke of her burning desires slip through delicate fingertips,
It's a sort of sluggish agony though,
Rather than a gut-wrenching moment of reality,
She experiences the truth in slow, extended phases,
Flashes of unmitigated brutality,
Every unexpected dagger arrives with a jolt of guilt,
And obliterates every last idea for redemption,
She inwardly sobs in a dark room and sees light shining through the door's outline,
The tears aren't because she's in the dark,
But rather because there's light on the other side,
Because she knows life is better than this,
Because the tiny crevices of luminosity are evidence that she's destined to remain a shadow of yesterday.

Paint me, transparanency

You know something has gone wrong,
when happy feels like alien,
sad feels like home,
and love feels like pain.

alone is a sanctuary,
but their words are like bombs,
falling from they're lips,
she falls to bits,

pretend it's okay,
they're insignificant anyway,
but it's hard to brush off,
what taunts you everyday,

she wants to be hidden,
a ghost to the world,

time falls like lies from their teeth,
she gets dusty and dirty,
no tears,
she's a biodegradable beauty.

And here I take a stand.

We stand up and fight, but we hold hands during combat.
We stand up and scream our rights, but we whisper all the same.
We stand up and sing the blues for those who have mouths sewn shut.
We stand up without having to move a muscle.

We will stand and you will sit.
We will explain and you will listen.
We will hunt and you will run.

And when all is over and done, there will be no one left to feed the beast.

Confessions;;

Once I saw this movie and it was a lot like my life. Everything that was happening was sorta like a secret desire of mine that I never realized I wanted. Half way through the movie, I decided however it ended is how I would end the current ordeal I'd been having. But the thing is.. the movie ended with an endless ending. With such unclarity. Meaning you never really know how it's gonna end. Right then and there I realized it was an omen, not a coincidence. An omen to show me I've gotta chose for myself. Something to show me that no matter how freakishly similar this movie was to my life, the only person that can chose it's ending is me. At first it emerged that this movie had not given me any answers. But after thorough reassessment it became evident that it hadn't given me the answers I was initially looking for, however, it gave me the answers I needed. Because the question I had initially been asking doesn't have a concrete response. It varies between each individual. And now it's my turn to put forth my own unique answer.