The Regurgitation of Emotive Illustrations

A DREAM IT'LL ALWAYS BE.

recently, i'm very attracted to black.
it's home,

i feel.
for there's nothing much in there.

a trench of nothingness,
a representation of an oblivion.

i'm trapped in a shell,
limited by its futile comparability.

because i'd a premonition;
of a no sense behavior.

i'm pretending,
can't you see?

a smile that sought to be,
a connection to this world.

i'm always behind this,
never quite close.

it hurts,
i don't belong.

it's a delusion i can't comprehend.
a feeling that consumes my faith.

i'm faithless already.
though i still hold on to my dreams.

i'm hopeful.
i'm sincere.

but i'm damned to be.
never was i lucky enough.

because there's no angels nor demons.
for there's nothing for me.

a lonesome soul,
that drifts in stillness.

a person never quite understood.
i'm judged by my own facade.

fuck you all,
for i'm not like that.

never was i quite like me.
because you'd never seen,

the fucking real me.
damn you,

if you think you knew.
for i'm not someone quite like anyone.

i laugh for i'd nothing to say.
i smile for i'd nothing to show.

a true self never revealed,
a mistaken identity i carry.

stupid people,
fuck your ignorance.

there was never a day the sky was white and blue.
for it's just a dream.

a dream, it'll always be.