Static Illusion

Incomplete as a whole, never found a reason to become more, never cut the surface. Test what's real and what can be taken. Dig in deeper. Search for the failure, Looking for a reflection in this living Dissection. Got to run from it and chase the flawless Fantasy guided by TV. Keep running from reality. Deconstructing a world Built for an image Of an illusion. Contemplation was stuck static in the happiness. Search for this impossibility That lies within. Can't see inside. Can't see What's below the feet. Never standing still. The pressure of the claustrophobia Is penetrating the skin, tainting the blood, An infecting parasitic life. This Is a hell and in your mind, alone, you are Systematically Deconstructing a world Built for an image Of an illusion. Contemplation was stuck static in the happiness. My vitality is caving. This is life submit to it. Can't see past the first hill, so short In this sight, searching for this impossibility. I always knew it come to this. This is my hell. It's right here. It's right now. This is now my home Peaceful metallic tastes between the alcohol burns. I always knew it would be like this. This is life. Submit to it. Tried to kill this Over and over again. It only passes time to the next defeat. Divert your eyes. you'll still taste this rot. Surrounded by this earth. This touch is beautiful. I bask in this peace. This space is perfect for me. This is now my life. I must submit to it. Shot for shot, stood fine, sliced and stitched up. Resilient in this sabotage, I bleed in my Blind spot, in my pristine hole, My perfect hell, my personal devastation. This is my life. I will now submit to it.