The ingredients
… to the recipe for disaster
a delusional bubble where we can exist
we exclusively created this
fortress of bliss
sci-fi fantasy world
no qualms for reality
that would not let me be
existential like I ought to be
a visionary
a hopeless romantic
an anomaly
I paint the picture I see
the colors of the spectrum are endless
as they melt
I see, feel, sense them objectively.. subjectively
A deep emptiness
An obsidian abyss
The eternal void
The antithesis of bliss
Destruction of soul
Consuming from within
Thought you were numb
You are not dead yet
A trail of tears
For my debilitating failures
I know the sane decision
Yet with striking precision
I swerve at the last minute impulsively
Choosing incorrectly
Laughing in the face of disaster
As if it could not happen to me
Pure arrogance, or delusion…
Has caused this to be
Now I see… I am not immune
To the heartbreak and doom
That I have sown
I dissociate
When I cannot take anymore
Fragmented pieces from the core
Store the hurt and pain
Closes the door on the memories
Blocks the nightmares in reverie
Amnesiac
What I do not know cannot hurt
Hypothetically
Yet logically, I know subconsciously
The pain is deeply embedded in me
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 