Caught in an inescapable lie
In between the matrices of love
Lurks the self loathing beast
Confidence drained and lost among abusers
We fight. Thoughts entangle us, but the rage within gives us guidance. Reaching for equalibrium of sorts, we plead for the unforgivable. Crying, the wicked shows mourning.
The bed made and the night now approaching faster, only whispers abound the room filled with punishingly bright light. Tomorrow will bring nothing.
I am nothing.