Mel.lat

As pure as you can be, let me replicate with using my mind state while writing thee  

Sought as minuscule while having aspirations bigger than its definition 

No word is formidable to describe the anticipation of brushing the chip of my shoulder 

And that’s when I knew I lost myself.

When I lost someone I’ve always wanted.   

The creator is lost in the world that he carelessly built

Incarcerated thoughts run the asylum when the guards are put down

Desperately, scattering, trying to quickly reform Rome

but the illusion of my previous lingers to remind me what it should have been 

what I think it should have been*  

Excuses holds no value but my world collapsed before I met you

The parasitic facade gives false assurance while it slowly deteriorates you into the villain you were wary of

At that time, it was unconsciously for my best interest but not for others  

My guilty conscience remained stagnant while my emotions ran amok on the like terms  

A loose screw made the train go off the rails, making unwarranted stops for passengers to deliver despair and turmoil

and for that I apologize 

nothing less or more than that  

If I could turn the hands back in time, I wouldn’t

I reap what I sow

Her fingers have knitted the patches, the show must still go