blur

Blurring my vision.

So, I can ignore the composition.

Of their melodies and tunes.

A burden that's given.

By my glorious disposition.

not lies.

And I died.

I died and now I'm manifesting the decomposition.

Of my eyes.

So, I wouldn't see what I've become in my own reflection.

In the mirror whose silver has dulled.

And faded from all shine.

I can't call for peace.

Cause I haven't even tried.

I float like helium.

Inflated by substances, I'm a balloon.

I fly high, my kindness, with a film running under me.

Starring me as a lead.

A favorite protagonist.

And I only want freedom.

Of all the alliances.

That're keeping me here.

But it's the only way, I fear.

So, I stained my lines with stillness.

The lines of the script where I'm supposed to act.

And I tamed my voice with silence.

With everything I got and had

I couldn't lift a finger.

I couldn't bat an eyelid.

I couldn't wake up.

Or dream, and I drank the poison.

Of deciding to sleep my life as a whole.

I focused on my might, and wisdom alone.

As I was rotting in sadness.

The sadness capsulated in the prison.

The prison I saw every time.

I blurred my vision.