Eyes pasted shut
short gasps of breathe.
White knuckled grip upon a memory's death.
My ember of an aspiration burns no longer...
The massive grasp of desperation growing stronger.
Multi spoken promises, repetative lies...
a keliedescope of dissapointment follows my cries.
An emotion overload becoming stifled as we speak,
The acceptance of reality has completely reached its peak.
Black and white have dicapated, welcome to the gray...
where light and shadow know no boundries,
"So be it", come what may.
His fingertips smoking with the essence of another
burned into my soul is the blatent curse "The other".
Open wounds assualted by a forked tongues harsh beliefs
blades of envy penetrate to layers of relief.
Unrecognizable, slathered in deception...
strange and unfirmiliar is the mirrors drab reflection.
Revolving intentions... what is done and what is said is as different
as the night and day...the living and the dead.
This is the devils playground and us demons have a ball...
Since misery loves company, I shout "come one come all!"
Reality kills fantasy and "Happily ever after."
Hope mixed into want and need is a recipe for disater.
Releasing useless childhood dreams, I welcome whats in store...
Blindly I will leap ahead and shed skins of before.
I am hardened and I realize to accept who I "MUST" be
Dawning armor of experience past... nothing frightens me.
Though depression is enevitable and as endless as the sea...
I am strong and I am well prepared for my dose of "REALITY".

Glendaly Sanchez