I am left with diluted confidence
My pain roars like a lion, violence accepted but locked in a heart sentenced to silence
I hate when sorrow rains, creativity induced by the morrow's pain
Things I can never have laughing at my face
Things I already have slapping me right in the face
Can I ever outpace this phase?
I am surprised there is a flow to it, rhythmic like an angel with side effects from a demon
Even I do not recognise this lost soul, it's just too much I ought to get my mind sold
It's like I accepted the darkness a long time ago
Destruction looms over my head, but am protected by my big ego
I have been forsaken for nothing, but they always come back for something
You would think I was bigger than my dreams, but am just a hulk for nothing louder than a victims screams
I have bought victories creams but still no failure bleached to success deals
I am like an ouroboros, the final depiction of the implications of my mental infidelity
There is no turning back now, I am complete.