This love is empty, this life I live a lie. I am no longer my own, sadly just a part of everyone's daily life, a routine. I awaken each day to the sunlit loneliness, yearning to live again.
Moments of happiness run through my mind, only to trip over reality and fall so painfully into the place that has been made for me.
My soul hangs on to the last flicker of hope for passion unleashed! My heart slowly bleeds out from the wounds so unsparingly opened, ripped wide from selfish thoughts, self crippling by an upbringing that willingly kills another's exploration of pleasure and life. Dooming them to a worthless, self indulging life and power trips of control that is offered as a filler to their own emptiness and non existing ego, that has been inflated by a misconception of their own reality.
