Spiraling in a lapse of judgement,
high on false belief.
Breathing short rapid breaths, trying to take it all in.
Slowly weaning in the dark apocalypse,
the fade you know as love.
To think one knows the other, yet live in faccade.
Blinded by colors which once seemed so vibrant,
but just left you blinded.
The head so strong, yet the heart so heavy.
Cemented by the first threads of love,
to become a statue weathered by betrayal and morosity.
Forever frozen with eternal pain,
flooded with tears of moments past.
To hope to move,
along the growing wall of angst
