Find Her

I'm alone trying to find some hope but it's like climbing rope all this time i hold, the past hoping that holding back won't leave my emotions cracked now i know the past is all the same we all live in this common game feeling all this pain makes me contemplate whats beyond consciousness? or human competence i just feel like an object witch makes you feel complete the immigrants died trying to build these streets that we live in. Can i ever really be forgiven for my judgments? whats this? substance, burning inside? It's hurting my pride, it's like working at night and searching for light as a child turning to christ "asks" why did we do that? i wanna move back but whose that in the mirror i can't recognize. As these seconds fly my intentions try to control me i wanna go back to the old me did anyone ever really know me? I'm not sure but I've got words inscribed in my alter on reasons why i lost her i feel fostered like toddlers with false honor I can't describe it without getting violent I miss the times witch will forever be considered timeless, and its all because I'm this, flawed man who wants to have, her heart so now its hard getting past the dark imagine scars On cancerous arms flash the alarms the caskets on the bed next to me soon enough i will breath with bliss endlessly just try and remember me as a form of positive energy...