Of Another Separation of Life

Lost in the wake of damnation
The aftermath of my life
Another pace, schism
Of reality, phantasmagoria

Threads broke, unweave a tale
Of deceptions, of self abused
Pervert perception, make sense
To be thrown incinerated

A sweet taste of frustration
Lies the bitterness of truth

Midnight skies blazing in nothing
Empty wrath, angst of youth
A hand-painted red cloud flew
Over misery, suicidal intentions

If ever eyes are caustic flesh
Iâ??ll stare at my hands, my arms
Wouldâ??ve thought killing myself?
Too long â??fore slitting wrists

Nowâ??s too late not to die
Nowâ??s too late not to escape
Lifelong path to nowhere
Everythingâ??s encased, buried in glass