The cold heat drives my mind insane
Confusing sanity to my judgement state.
I never saw the dark sun rise to my lower self
Staying in motion, attempting to releive my pain.
This light brick upon my chest is nothing but everything
To an extent it is my life
But everything is not as it seems.
This outside lies to the face of yours,
Decieving your judgement upon mine
Giving you a false truth
In which you depend.
The darkness of light has shunned upon me
And has blackend my life.
My preception is vague.
I am no longer able to see the present that will be.
To locate the unfound is impossible.