2) 🙈Fvint Fvçvdes (Blvtvnt Beings)🙉

Lurking shadows of despair
create an elusive understanding,
evolving hidden desires
to a subtle demanding.
Piercing pupils cast rays of judgment
sharper than the finest of spears.
Perhaps why I am constantly
living on the verge of tears.
I pass through darkness with
intentions of facing my deepest of fears,
yet minds in the moment drown
before we view ourselves as mere.

Still in search of anything definite,
longing for my dreams to return lucid.
And this cursed mind I wield acts as all but conducive.
An adapted lifestyle sends me on a frenzy
similar to chaotic,
while I hold a motion of emotions
best described as parabolic.
Never-ending highs and lows
often assist me in writing these woes.
A hazy sense of appreciation:
is this the path I chose?

Dialogues with my reflection
never seem to help much:
Thoughts thrown out of grasp,
even my fumbling hands fail to clutch.
Whenever it seems I'm becoming acquainted
with the center of my true being, this

world interrupts,

suggesting what i should be thinking or feeling.
caught in the midst of every silhouette's nightmare:
an accustomed weaning.
questioning whether any moment
holds any meaning.

Writings upon the wall reveal beautiful demons,
that insist on ridding these thoughts
of any rational reason.
Sinister laughter fills the air of my tinted mind,
while the light of my sanity
and the shadow of my vanity both combine.
Layered voices pedal me,
creating a disfigured guidance.
Awaiting the day my tooth turns auric,
resembling the presence of Midas.

Before my eyes, forms an ominous backdrop
within the faintest of bliss.
Sudden blooms of red roses  lean near to offer a kiss.
Subtle shadows of thorns tightly wrapped
in the deadliest of sin,
taint the once-natural color
of my blood-stained skin.
A hesitant acceptance inching me forward
shall now and forever linger,
while I opt to live this life
as a lone, caged dreamer.