the bow down, the breath.. just breathe

so discreate, yet the intention behind it
was what in the end drove it in to its own subtle seclusion.

the facade.. the simple illusion
was this really what we had worked so hard for?

in this reality ...really sometimes a single breath can say more than a thousand words

its hard to speak...

for yourself when you only speak what is heard

i can't expect anymore from you than what you would expect from me

still this reality stand upon my shoulders like the hand of my dearly departed

something so sadistic...but for all ...still predicted...no more lies filled with the deepest feelings of a heart felt gasp

...for nothing

this reality to me is what i have created...my slow sedation ...my way out

finally this reality has come to terms with its own reality .

as this heart beats for now never seemed like always

now all i ask is a helping hand back to "this reality"


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