Crash. Course. Clue.

For what it always has been; human nature broken down.

The vision of you is too much,

I left to go to sleep,

but couldn't close my eyes.

I bleed too much from these paper cuts,

take those full pictures,

rip them from the inside.

This is a wanting of self control,

normality never came,

it's all I've ever wanted.

I'm cashing these words in before they're used for tolls,

a false reality to confide in,

dreams just elude me.

Subliminal messages aren't counted as judgement,

no ones a critic,

inner beauty doesnt exist.

Now able to fall asleep,

I see the world for what it is.

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)