Alwayssss

What am I doing in the pit of my brain? Facing the torture and the truth Looking into the murky senses of myself and dissolved by the smell. Tantalised by the taste Metamorphosis is not far away Dry layers reveal new skin, sweeter, softer, more sensitive. Likes to touch thresholds that are no memory. Self is foremost illusions of the world. I am no oil painting

How can you miss something you never had? yearning for a feeling, playing in your mind stories of old and how it could of been. Missing the thoughts that made you miss today. Doubts and deceit fill the cavity of your skull begging to be satisfied, a decisionless pit of dredd and roses. Chances come and go, oppurtunities appear everyday, where is the field to use them, when is the mind heavy and the heart free? There is ice behind my eyes and wool on my hands. I want it. To be scared of sacrifice and scared of gluttony is a fair scale and a sheltered one.