My mind is no longer present. I am feeding off the lies they fed me. There is always the same doubt making me lose conscience; making me desolated with thoughts of betrayal. I've waited a long time to be happy. Sometimes I don't feel like praying anymore. Sometimes I want to give up. Words of poetry can't penetrate my mind anymore. I depended on her to be my shelter and love of understanding. Mirror world- I can't stop breathing in sin. I'm tired of trying and divorcing my soul in it's time of departure. The flames are red, and my world is the center of attraction. I don't want the exposure. I want the 25 foot, perverted paintings to cover me from my feet- to the very last static of my standing hair. I'm leaving my body behind I hate the taste of betrayal