Life Alternates

I silently parse the feelings hidden into words,
Using each step I take to feel out a new tomorrow with a strong, unfaltering gaze. However, this path is leading me to a maze.

I want to be someone who can accept any future that comes; that infamous person that despises myself.
My identity is not the true entity.
It may seem tremendous and stupendous but can be also horrendous.

I can’t look back now at this perpetual world that keeps recurring catastrophes and tragedies.
We see these grotesque facial distortions but just watch and let it pass. I thought there were four but there were no more.

Now I give way to my dashing momentum, toward to an expanding world, always hearing that monotonous, tedious, and treacherous tone.
Believing there’s an answer within this changing fate.
The unchanging dream I drew out so vividly that day, this pensive nightmare won’t overcome me.
Will surely take me past the limits I felt.

If I use an unwavering voice, I’m sure it will be heard;
At least until I arrive there myself.

The answers that come pouring out validate this unyielding wish, but those complicit people always cause chaos than being benevolent.
Always concealed and trapped in this solitude space.
And the song free of lies that is born from it creates powerful footprints in rhythm.

I’ll forget the me who managed by deliberately not to notice,
And head for a place that I can simply shine.

I’ll connect the rift between wavering emotions and deleterious pain. These aristocracies cause plenty​ of atrocities.
Heading toward the far off scenery I drew a straight line to the perpetrator but will eradicating help?
Even if my illusions and my neuroses come back to back,
I’m aiming for the moment I can take it all in hand and defend these adversities.

Set it on repeat, infinitely getting closer and closer;
Reaching my hand out to a distant, blurry sky.

Amidst whispering rain, the sound of my heart comes to fruition, kindly wrapping me tight. I greatly appreciate this adoration and your admiration.
The more I was hurt, the more I sought after it; the promise I made back then continues on…
You always receive but you also deceive.

All this hatred and ignominy and me acting moronic. This cruel destiny disgusted either I have my life with my psychosis mind or leave this earth. Our life expectancy can be low but we can't blow our expectations. I know at some point I will release my final breath. Not for all this death.
Through all the dreaded dead.
Through all these dreaded years.
We face our inevitable and occurring fears.

As faime corrodes us, violence is not silence and death is not our immediate fate as one awaits and is a relief for many, a detrimental and dreadful empathy, but a end to all...