Expectations

The context is what you make it.
The repetition is fine unless you forsake it.

My lachrymation of sensation.
Playing on the rigidity of my heart.
Reminded of times when time was timeless.
People weren't what they seemed.
That they all looked so obvious now.
They were honest in that you knew they were all fake.
Had they tried to hide before, I didn't realize.
Died in self pity, I left them behind.

                          -Xavier