Perpetual indecisiveness, a piece of cloth I wear

A psycho-sadistic mindset,    
a perpetual insignificance.    
     
Borrowing sorrow,    
in hopes of not grasping    
tomorrow.    
     
Tearing lives in half.    
     
"Destroy, build, recreate",    
were the words that dripped    
onto its mind.    
     
Dressing others in sheets,    
the fabric is translucent.      
     
Watching them parish,    
as your pride hits the switch.    
     
Surveying lack of willpower    
to venture on.    
     
"Just because you gave up,    
doesn't mean a heart stops    
flowing in the pond of coherence."  
     
Losing you may be a trophy that    
isn't wanted to be gathered,    
amongst the corpses that have accumulated    
among the mundane search of commonality.    
     
Forgetting you is an insult to what we had,    
and what was to come of it.    
     
The perpetuating pendulum halts for nothing.    
     
Dancing in the shadows of therapy,    
watching the light dress them in the    
perception of my conception.    
     
Leaves littering the ground,    
different hues depicting    
their time, and how it was spent.    
     
"Do you value the judgement,    
as much I value the witness?"