u cannot destroy my armor..

sleep is our retreat, without it we're not complete

As darkness takes its seat, I fall agin off to sleep

lost in translation, sending subliminal messages

I lay awake yet still asleep in my reality

Unjustified tranquility deminshing my ability

solidifying minds regaining prosperity.

Sought out for peace in this evil that dwells

Paper Labyrinth's how we escape our own hells.

A book without chapters, Stories lacking an ending

Praying for mercy, So when are blessings sending?

Opening doors in minds that can never be closed agin

Trying to catch up to my thoughts awaiting what I've been.

Relentless offenses captivate while I sleep

But this be not about me, nor it be about a feeling

Cleptomania surrounds thoughts to loose your mind their stealing.

Neglected when protected, Healing that never heals

I watch as they fade away hiding behind these pills.

Unspoken understandings, careless of demandings

Voices fall to landings, ears commense in standing.

A poison injected heart, I'm an illness to myself

Tragic at the start, My words born torn apart.

Mistakes can be fixed, But choices of wicked are broken

The hand that was always raised, A hand thats never chosen.

Can you figure it out if I write It out loud?

Deaf to the advice, Does this evil make you proud?

Could you figure it out, The figuratively spoken truth?

As a figure of speach figuring soundproof silent booths.

Are you figuring It out? If not start figuring In

The Hatred flows through veins, like paper rhythemed pin.

Maybe you'll never understand, or find that perfect ending

Maybe there are chapters this book, but waiting to be pending.

Or maybe theres no maybe, I figured the unfigureable

Vengence never sought. The abandoned & unforgiveable.

I'll leave a closing chapter with this thought

Underminded defeatments, What counts Is that I Fought...

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Apologies & Tragedies, forgiveness in strategies.Aftermaths of masterminding, mastering aftermaths.

Loyalty or betrayel between heaven & hell.

Logic of masquerades A curse inflicts to tell.

Rhyming words arent truthfully heared

From tounges of mute My whispers of word.

A word of 3rd's, or split into 3rd. My Sanity plays its turned silent burns.

Keep away from my love, Its all I feel remains. Although its unused, It rehearses all the pains.

Like it runs through my veins, I must break a mind of habit. The Silence & Violence. Using words that will not fit.

In sequences this pattern is defined as thoughtless pieces of words rejected to a mind that never teaches.

Bruised & scarred while broken & silent.

Marks of the hatred, Like words never meant.

instead of recieving, I am now to be sent

To give it all back, backward truths being bent.

All I have left is this paper & pen. Written in love, read to the sin

Ears deaf to truth, vulnerable to let lies sneakin in.

Stealthy hearts, endings lack starts. Here's where hearts part away to the dark

Cuz the lights made its mark, When the pain shifts to park.

When cries are heared as whispers, The screams not even heared,

This pen is seen as Poison, Infecting every word.

This happening seen as Magic

What happened? Perhaps its Tragic.

A first person tragedy, Whats tragic is that its true.

A set in motion masterpiece, Of the mind I never knew...