I have been asked to post this by someone who would like to stay
anonymous:

Absent of choice,
Confused and too defined
Lost within thoughts so true
Only to destroy my pointless mind.
Waiting and waiting has become my only act to survive
Running in circles to merely re-unite with this dark side
of an unfortunate truth
disguised by societal lies.
No Start
No End
Only Pathetic existence.
Air can not fill this empty space
Just as breath can never mean a thing
ongoing, constant, and never-ending.
Holding on to smiles that temporarily feel real
But crashing down
in observance of within
these thoughts right now will never end.
tired of always being on the lookout
astray in the midst of a constant search
Could this reason ever Appear?
Will an answer ever become clear?
Here I rest, Different with in my views
but more real than anything
Here in my room, all alone
but its the only place I am beyond alive
thriving on being dead inside.
A chance has past
Proving hope only as a prevalent lie
This truth proves itself
gnarled in daunting teeth:
All wishing is trivial
Just one big set up to be overcome with failure
But sadly, desiring is all we have to live for.
Tomorrow's dreams will stay that way forever....
I cant shield my eyes
And pretend I don't recognize
Hope has no final destination
Its a constant delay
Postponing real life
Because all this want is persistent bane.
I am living for my death
I am breathing without a choice
I am making friends and planning ahead
Constantly in pursuit to improve this inevitable curse.
this moment will never thrive
I remain forever alone,
Wrapped in some gift -
Tied down by its anchor-
But the only place my words will ever take me
is a life postponed
inside times continues melting.
Perspective changing
Split in cracks of five
Personality unstable
But only in this moments does my real affliction glow
And deep down this is all I have to show
The truth is sad
and it is much better to believe
therefore I will never pity their ignorance
I will solely bleed for me.
Curiosity is my only grip
Everything else just fills the void between time
Because a minutes much too long to wait
and just rot here tell I die.
Its better to be fake than lost in the behind.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 431 AF.