That Deep Shit I Can't Live With(out)

Let Me Show You A World

"Let me show you a world" of itself; in my mind that you helped to create.
It's a phantasm once and yet a cruel place too; because a world is much more than only one days facette of me or you.
By coincidence I might have been and of fate may be too, although of that I have gained just a small hint, less than you.
Not much of hope- just a tiny little bit- never enough to know faith and still too much to die from of it.
Ferocity breeds in my colorful brain. How beautiful can twisted be if only you'd lift the veil drastically; managing to think insane.
Come, open up to this place!
It might be messed up and scary but isn't beauty in all hearts and souls that dare to dream behind their dry masks of a sad face?
To express you've broken them down to a state in which madness has taken over all their former grace.
Smiling satisfied at their lost tears show up outside and reach for their silent pain.
Finding ease in trusting them to indicate what lies inside.
But you must never be off guard if you choose to reveal the intentions that've always been gnawing on your evilish heart.
Because there's no soul inside of you
And as the broken might I be the very only to hurt or please you.
Knowing secrets you have killed for; as killed you me a thousand times.
My heart stopped beating oftentimes; for resurrection I don't care, not anymore; because I can't even tell the truth from the lie and the life from the dream furthermore.
So tell me, did you break me or did I break free; and aren't you the wretched and beaten; looking only at the both of us?
And haven't you gone mad a lot more than I ever did; suffering just from your suffering as you chose to make me see:
You were alone and couldn't stand that deep depression; so you have screamed.
As have I heard you?
No, but you saw the flickering light of the tiny bit of faith and hope inside my chest.
Unrewarding and unnoticed as I lived oblivious.
You infected me with your last breathe; yet before I died you calmed me.
Pouring me down into my grave as it is this soaking black hole of your madness.
Only whispering words; the only ones I ever heared, as I might as well have been born deaf; it would mean as much to me as it did, I believe.
As you took my light I was hollow and tainted and you were a painting of scars.
As much as confusion spread love through my thoughts and I knew your words opened my heart.
"Let me show you a world" as I've never seen anything; I appreciate the beauty of darkness and pain, I once knew as I lifted the veil of enchantment.