Reality

Have you ever lived in a persistent nightmare, where you want to do something because you know you must, you want to care because you know It’s right, but you inevitably defy it because it’s something your capacity can no longer amount to.

Something inside continuously denies you.

Like two people inside of you, but neither one you reflect. Like the heavens and hell fighting, but only fighting against each other because they forgot their main aspect.

Meanwhile you’re finding fatality, with out the ability to fight insanity.
That’s when you begin to uncontrollably attend your sentimental state of mind.

 Tearing up, an abstract craze begins to construct and then    laughing at your own disrupt.

Like putting water on a man made machine as you anxiously watch it corrupt.

I feel so numb, but yet so immorally awake.
I’m trapped inside but I can’t find my way to escape.
So ruthless that it becomes intolerable, and it’s inadequately destroying who I’m meant to be.

I’m reaching for a hope, but I can’t ever touch it because I’m limited the aspire to the walls of my dream.
A dream I can’t come out of and it’s abusing the defect in my reality.