never the same

i look out upon the sea of faces

yet the only face i seem to see

is the face that drags me through endless misery

i feel as if im slowly drowning 

but i can still see him standing there deciding 

if my life is even worth trying 

but i have already given up and im slowly dying 

but to what Advil i have not decided 

but has fate left undecided

and my life force slowly coincided 

with the fact that i was never fully satisfied 

with the intricate web of lies that ultimately led to my demise

to witch i despise much of my former life

but instead of unweaving the delicate  strings 

i form a cacoon of unwavering beings 

and with this life i draw my final breath 

never to see my labrith  again