I'M Always Here To Talk; Interruption

look around. -once lost, never found. funny there still is hope (dope); forgive them, they want things to be right. delightful / deranged & enraged upon birth against those who've wronged, who've gone far yet have never settled. [i refuse to let myself progress] command form / regress / redress yourself as you were meant to be / covering all sign of difference. facing the front, as the rest of the zombies, i could see things were a bit dismal. mass catechismal suffering, knocking the world about in tornadoes of groans & sighs- killing for lies. call it whatever you want, a slight tease or an echoing taunt that further defines the solitude you're locked in, bashing your brains in with each reaction of nothingatall. knowing something is inevitable does not make it any easier, or any more okay. change is most desired, yet movers have been fired. boxes remain throughout the castle, ready always to go somewhere where they might become useful, waiting & fading from view. it could have been for you that i carved this smile into my skin, wore it taut & thin whenever you were around. i remember you who taught me that despite any sound i hear, look straight ahead, fight the fear. defiance is nothing new to a state like this, so upon the great awakening, it was easy to merely roll back over, go back to sleep. let's hope, as they say, that you can't feel pain in dreams. too much; it screams.