The strings of my existance.

Brutal immortality,
I do not wish for your end.
I only wish for a resolution,
because I've noticed you and I are becoming one.

Is that what scares me?
Maybe I have changed?
What ever it is, please make
me self aware again.

Beautiful morality,
Where have you gone?
I used to be such an honest
and just person not too long ago.

I sip on the fruits of my labors,
yet think I deserve more than I do.
Why don't I forget the past?
I need to understand that everything bad is finally gone.

Beckoning Maturity,
I turn my cheek to your calling voice.
I used to say you were so succulent,
but now I bite my tongue.

I used to be one with you,
but now I only find a dream of you in guilt.
Guilt that is made of bricks
that tower over me to which I have constructed.

Bashful Melancholy,
You keep my mind clouded with my demons.
Pouring out fallacies, to which I don't
know why I believe them.

You physically, mentally, and socially
block me from everything I hope for.
Like the hope to forget about you,
or the hope that I can perceive things like I once did.