Mustered with much consideration to determine,
The paradigm that I’m trapped within.
A paradox that lacks ideas of genuine human nature.
Root question: “Who is to blame for this failure?”
Time has revealed the blackness of those souls within my niches.
Ravenously they feast these parasitic leeches
Maybe I am the anomaly in this obscure reality.
I’ve bare witness to countless self-destructing patterns like a star on the verge of demise.
I’m stranded here, my experiments to escape are futile of which I despise.
Surgeons of immorality with wretched scalpels they dissect my humility
Bending me to see if I can break, measuring my elasticity.
My volatility hidden by a cloak, seen a mirage of one so docile.
Venom sits behind these fangs, this viper ever so vile
How long can I hold high the flag of my temperance?
Will I ever the tailor a fabric of my deliverance?
I tread against the current of an estranged tide, denying convergence.
When will I attain divergence?