The Storm

White lies. It was the loss of youthful purity. They

created their path, seeked for insecurity and fed on the

low self esteem. The problem in the solution. A black

cycle made or relying on true fiction. Shades of truth

lost in farfetched ridiculous stories. The mastery of

language is the forfeit answer to stay in denial and

stand by the storm. The entire walls were built with sand

bricks. As everything piled up, the architect was left

drained. All factors that bared upon him, always

justified, always made of excuses. Refusal. All

consequences removed and solutions refused. Eyes closed

on the scale of it. This delusional world is euphoric, is

in his hands. Master in procrastination with pernicious

social skills, finding comfort in all of his beliefs.

Walking on eggshells, underachieved, broken. This self-

inflicted, hazed, deluded. Did you ever believe your own

bullshit? Numerous were fooled with nice words and catch

phrases, and the canvas finely created. Keep it spinning,

before everything crashes. Almost invincible, you've

touched the sky in a hurtful escape. Your vivid

imagination glazed a pitiful existence. Sip slowly on

your victory your reign is merely empty. The facade in

pieces, you are exposed. Knife sharp facts broke their

way to the top, deceiving everyone, with sadness and

disgust. It was the loss of youthful purity. They created

their path, seeked for insecurity and fed on the low self

esteem. I can forgive, I just won't forget. We can

forgive, we jsut won't forget.