Behind the Curtain

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I sit here engrossed with cracked reflections of myself, attending the interpretation that I am a lost cause.

Contemplation of the future captures my scrutiny, yet brings me to a future of pandemonium’s obscurity and thoughtlessness.

It seems the more I think the more compulsive I become to hunt this incapable game.

Grim introspection moves swiftly through my head.

Thoughts of murder and self-immolation fill the air around me. Congesting me, forcing me to fight for one breath, one reason to move forward.

I feel as if these blithering thoughts are drawing me to the bottom.

My openings are empty to this world I live in, launching me away from this place.

Like a rocket I’ll sore past the public.

I’ll extend past the highest peak on the tallest mountain.

Until I pass azure and share my footprints on the moon.

 

 

Author's Note

Tell me if I need to fix structure and text. Don't be afraid to be harsh i can handle it. New writer so I want to improve.