Backwards

why are we always going backwards instead of forward towards our goal all we’re doing is planting a seed of chaos into our minds that blossoms into a carnivorous weed that climbs and twists like ivy into each and every crevice within our being choking and killing all the dreams we hold dearest to our already weakened hearts just to fail at our futile attempt to resurrect and breathe life into that which is already dead and possibly never was alive to begin with how does it feel to be so close to death yet not know that one is already dead..a cold corpse lying lifeless in the streets of lonliness and solitude while everyone passes you by without a second glance just another common place thing, an ordinary occurance, nothing out of the norm just another mark in the book. what it must be like to be you, to be so in control of everything. not a second thought given to any such thing at any given moment just another day, just another mark in the book. nothing extraordinary. fear breeds chaos within the mind, an evil thing it is, used to screw up lives break hearts and shatter dreams, but what are dreams to begin with anyway mere attempts to be happy in a life that was never meant to harbor happiness in the first place, promises are made to be broken piss of and piss on merely flesh created to hurt those we hold dearest nothing more than fatal attempts to live and love could drive one so far as to fear everything and everyone push them away all you want but those that are true remain so don’t close your eyes there are walls all around, they all have eyes and they’re all on you. you hold the key, the book of truth and decision it’s all on you.