Escapism (Reimagined)
with the veil of an old broken beauty,
like poison languishing in our tongues.
Dead dreams glooming in lost tears
whipping the flesh of my false beliefs
my punishment is to catter the seven seas.
Doom has blown its trumpet
permanence has torn apart all eternity
suffering will evermore be my mark.
Pain is the path I'm willingly imprisoned,
love has become a plagued hellscape.
My struggles I wear with a silent pride,
away where healing's out of hope.
“The wounds will never heal, my hands are filled with sorrow and my days are decaying into insanity. I'm getting tired of always moving forward, how much longer will I do my wait?”
original release: https://detextor.blogspot.com/2020/02/escapism.html
image: https://www.pexels.com/photo/factory-chimney-smoke-221000/