So what else? Can you even remember all of these occurrences that
continue to tax me in every sense to this day? Do you have the ability
left to dig out all of this decaying filth that seems to make up the
very substance of your crooked mind? No. Not even for my sake, for the
one who continuously walked ahead to assure there would be nothing to
harm you. Not even to provide me with a single truth you continuously
lacked to heal this shredded system of false faiths. It must be too
warped, too twisted to be able to follow any particular path. I would
imagine it all blends together by now. Well, not for me.
For
you, it was simply habit. You took breath in and out through that
hollow, lifeless frame, and had no thought further. Your crippled
perceptions smothered my desperate cries, my struggling, my pleading,
"release me." Now any memory I have of a smile, a laugh, a glimmer of
consistency, of hope, I can only replace with complete repulsion. This
guise of purity, of something unconditional, has been tainted. The
thing I stood for, and defended with everything that made me, has
defeated me. I compromised all of me to the hands that threatened to
strangle the last breath of life out of me. What I ran to can only now
be seen as what I incessantly defy myself of.
I can't see
you the same. I can't look into you and find comfort. Why is this?
Because from the moment there was one thing I no longer knew of you, I
immediately knew nothing else. Because even one act of deception
cancels out any and all truth that may have existed. Therefore, you
don't exist. And the tears that have fallen from the eyes of the open
and the trusting should shake your very frame, should rack your seared
soul with all of the pain you slept through. BECAUSE I NEVER SLEPT.
And even now I swim in violent waters of your legacy of lies in dreams.
And even now I find no warmth in looking back. And why is this?
Because the few withdrawls among the countless unknown have drained this
account of trust. Because to this day, you haunt me. Because to this
day, I can't speak the way I was meant to.
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