Completely Decay

Crazed and disoriented, I cry to my speed-bumped heart Hoping my brain will be aware enough to sense its ache I breathe in and out strategically, feeling little comfort Nothing pains me more than to have nothing to do. . . Pouring deceit, I envelope my body in its substitute I close my eyes and see strange pictures that never were Manipulated in the darkness of lies I breach on sands Of clamping clams and rocks, cutting through my logic Veiled from the reality, I smile to speed your coming But I fumble through the roads longing for your smooth trail Only discerning a speed-bumped, sorrowful heart fail And nothing can substitute the waste and darkness of truth I will never be quite the same as before, but nor shall you I will always be the one you abhor no matter how true The road has ended sickly where my brain has backfired The manipulation of our lives is bound to completely…decay