getting lost.

i've sent word to them.
telling them the my truths.
i am nothing.
i am destruction.
i am lost.

within the compounds of human nature,
pathetics believe whatever
trash may find its way into
their minds.
when this white noise becomes
what you yearn for, however,
you'll never find your
way back home.
the red rust will creep
into your soul,
locking up your
drive and dreams.
holding you hostage
from this sick reality,
silence from screams.
you said you would change,
you would live,
if you lived.

this bet is beautiful.
betting a ghost
for a lost soul.
you know, you are beautiful,
but i am not.
i've always hated that.
always wanted to prove otherwise,
but where is the proof?



bring me the lights,
i need them to find my way.
this labyrinth is killing me
from the inside out.
where is the way out?
i feel like i've
wandered for days,
and years
in a place that
has no time.
i've been here forever,
and you never tripped.
you are everything i wanted,
and i am everything you wanted,
but you are nothing to me.
you mean nothing to me.
and on your way out,
bring me the lights,
for i am lost.

we are not the same.