Provoked Loathing

Every night seems to blend into the next
time, nonexistent
Every day I fail to keep any rest

I do exactly what they want...

Complications
Hesitations
I am crying inside
Dying inside

But my eyes have learned new tricks
They know to drink up all the velvety darkness
A mass of disarranged colors.

The luminescent colors
wrap and trap me
in there deceiving lies.

Overlapping my mind, with pure displeasure.

Dont waste any more time
Come...
We are leaving.