I have to
at some point
stop letting myself
use my own imagination against me…
and stop letting
my memories haunt me….
but theres always a what if??
But.....
...... What if??
And I find myself
Awaiting the paradigm shift
and I am paralyzed
within these thoughts
that keep me scared alive stiff
how dare I sit there
alive and be happy
when the mirror hides
And the fear grabs me
and forces me
To stare at my shit
and I sits there
On the solution
aware that I'm sick
Right beside the joy stolen
From comparing my sins
and my own mind
cant tell the difference
between paradise
and the pair of lies I live
as I dare to dive
into this rabbit hole
and it doesn't even care
if I'll swim
but im terrified
Feeling like ...
....it wouldn't be fair if I win
but please,
Let me clarify
im not scared to die
but more like, unprepared if I live
as they take every breath
of air that I give
fighting to the death
With no less
Than the pair of my fists
clenching my teeth
as the blood drips the ground
from the hair on my chin
and my fangs start to show
through a feralized grin...
‐ Devine Theory













