It all began at the age of innocence When beauty around me mesmerized my every senses In a time where curiosity prevailed And where I wondered how splendid it would all become Fragile happiness of the lighthearted Weightless, sparkling with unfoldment, sheltered Passionated with blooming hopes of artlessness
Early on I started feeling disquieted when surrounded Not as if I had something uncommon or dysfunctional But because I didn't seem to correspond to any acting role I wasn't able to deal with the predefine or unalterable So I would rarely share my inner sanctum with any outsider And that's why I start sinking into dreams I still vividly remember how easily I was distracted from physical world I carried on, trying to figure what was wrong Nothing seemed to explain or sooth the angst Like if I had been born cursed of heart in an alien world Many times I have found myself studying those of my kind And so on, I mimicked their habits to be left alone Experiences weren't strong enough to support my toughs So I left everything and let myself fall inside… That's when negativity and darkness started pouring in A storm of twisted hateful toughs started inhabiting my life I craved vengeance and obscure forces around me That's where I first skimmed the potential of solitude and bereavement This unearthly feeling which had materialized Through shades of vicious self-violation I had roused at that point something I couldn't even harness
Much as happened since then, perspective morphed, darkness coalesced I don't think I was part of evil But maybe the purest lightsource, wasted By a darkness so easily re-creatable through deceived hopes
This slab of existence might sound exacerbate or epic in retrospect from far away But if you were part in any way in this nightmare, don't ever cross my path again.