Hurting

As the flow persists, my face drowns I do not know - my words hurt most Refusing to let lie, perseverance goading The distance I see, my eyes succumb to darkness Previously defeated, now buried in dread. Every accomplishment would I deny, to return Your hand, a prestige ungranted by an award Skin to skin, a dream not afforded We could have been, but my pride arose A regret I could not forget, to allow a forward. A head of pain, a mouth unwilling Substances do I consume, to escape my sorrows The moment they cater, the day imposed Decay inside, does no one notice My pretense, saves explanations. A hope that hate is untrue, is held No response, does intimidate A chance I chase still, my legs knowing Failure is bound, the loneliness is my keep Your image, an irresistible ache. Through an inspiration, had betterment begun The more the inscriptions, the more my heart radiated Ink had it created a bond, known only to me A love I had found, for art that releases Let go would I, to the promise of us being...