Too Late

Once upon a time I had a glistening unrealistic hope of the thing we call life. There is nothing like the excitement of a five year old waiting for there parent to get home or to lay them down to sleep. A pure love that can only seem to exist in children because it is fully optimistic and unbroken by the grueling realizations and assumptions of reality. Now, my heart beats a little slower and my lungs breathe in shallower breaths. It’s as if a sickly repose has been placed over me but I am paralyzed to make any action. 

Dark and twisty, melancholy and whatever else comes to mind. I am suffering in a way I don’t fully comprehend. I just want to be f*****g heard and understood. But fear overtakes me and I prefer the dark life that has been set up for me because it seems that I know no other way. 

Glossy spheres floating in space

burn with passion, burn with hate

melting slowing, drooping down

what a most grueling fate

they can’t be saved, they are surely gone

there is only one way, mercy for my sake

I know the answer I know the way

but how can I leave with so many confined

F**k my life f**k this fate,

please someone get me out of this place. 

Darkness rises, we are gone forever

and only now I become enlightened

To bad its too late