The Scorn, pt.IX

Is this what it means to move on?

To deprive myself of emotion and thought

A perpetual denial, disconnect

Escaping from my own mind

When did I become so cold?

Abandoning all without notice

Feigning ignorance and numbing the pain

Letting any attachment turn into a distant memory

Nothing but dust in the wind

Rather than accepting responsibility

I shy away from the hurt

Encased in a hardened cocoon

Fossilizing as the days drag on

Never to complete this metamorphosis

Sheltered and impervious

I know this is all wrong

But, I am a moth drawn to the flame

An easy path to follow

Inevitably I will get burned

Permanently scarred on my own account

Will I then be able to heal?

To take control and make my own way?

The evidence handed to me is disheartening

Habitually allowing history to repeat

This is a fact I have accepted

Allowing it to dictate my every whim

An easy path to follow

Freed of progression

This place inconsequential

No harm can befall me here

Nothing can reach me here

In this prison...