It's the light that's unforgiving. It's the flash you gave to me. You never said this is a journey. But a way to make ends meet. All in all I'll accept to suffer. So I can bathe in whatever you gave. But this light, this dream, this journey. Has been a nightmare to the grave. So you reach the way you know to. But that's not very much of a reach. It's a glance across the table. It's a heart that's refusing to beat. It's not about myself or anyone else it's obvious. It's manifested hate for the thing you create it's messy. All in all, I'll fall. It's your love that you just can't see. It's you who's killing me. Before the day your body's lost. I'll keep trying to be me until the wheels fall off. It's been a love and admiration for the one who always hears it a lot. It's the lack of self reflection that's made others claim you are not. One to change how you feel be it facts or compelling mistake. Will you be tired of all my bullshit when I come to visit your grave