I am bound on translating this form of illusion

A series of lifeless misdirection’s

Force me to place faith in words that serve no expressions

This emptiness, a void with intentions

Takes me to a place that one cannot relate

Where the light is dim and depravity calls

I hate the feeling of this aggression

But the patterns displayed here are more then controversial

Theories attest this absence, prevailing as minor in advancement

Falling short of what hides beneath the confines

A mind lost by its own will to rise

Look into this abyss, where we find emotions that wait

And prey in hopes of attaining some recognition

That fills the chalice only half full

Why is it that every moment must be crushed by this disdain?

Is there a way to subjugate these repressed memories?

I must be losing focus from these pressures outside of my own mind

External factors weaken my senses, bringing hostility into our lives

I hope it’s evanescent

What is this need to be above everything?

I never wanted this barrier, but your thoughts are so god damn callous

Remember that if you fall, I’ll be the one with open arms to save you from the collapse

Before you leave and forget me, just take the time to reflect

On the images that you have portrayed, before we fade away