Fly into the Sun.

Emotional again.

 

Life; its all a game of give and take, and they take and they take and they take, in the midst of these lies that a feeble mine can contemplate, the biggest hoax from primeval dates, and yet I find myself writing this s**t too late, ‘cause I already fell and slipped, missed the brake. Take what’s left to give tonight and you find me. Sitting at the bottom of the sinful tree, knees blood covered and dark etched eyes, not from crying but from sleepless nights. The people they spit fake lies and hate, if we all procrastinate then I’m destined, bound to fate, a life filled to the top with mistakes and an unjust belief that marks this rape, society in the eyes of the manmade vow, the convent that people with blind eyes seek. To find the truth of the faith they need, the saviour they want and trust to believe, while I sit here dark eyed shouting I don’t need to see. Now endlessly on my own in a world so void, so ever left to rot in this place called home. A place where fake truths and secret lies mould our young, sculpting them beautiful statues our in eyes, only to tear them down limb from limb while we shed invisible tears to cry. Life’s dissolving me like a hundred hits of acid, peeling back my skin in the crimson demise, watching the life drain from babies’ eyes, a habit of ruby sin on the hands of an innocent, a never ending trail of empty habitants. The euphoria that sank over me from the giggle past lips, the comfort and shelter he blessed me with from looking in perfect optics. Gone. I swallowed every gulp of air and wished it to be my last, I wished to fly away with black wings of despair, soaring through the sky as I die, I die in flames. For given the wings I fly into the sun, just so they can watch me burn under the hate of their games.

Author's Note

All welcome.