Inner Cancer Of Self Pity or Realization.
By Rachael

Roots of a catastrophe thrown into violent fiends.
  Veined with mental capacity as charades of a hollowed time win.
          Wanted paintings of a wonderful magicians act to destroy the broad canvas of faults.
       Spiraled into analyzing and agonizing over strategies.
Behind smoke signals in the distance.
                                          Find a spinal cord full of fake dignity.
            A handgun straight towards theft.
                             Don’t let them devour the soul.
     Stuck in forms of regret as temptation is dead.
               [Feeling empty inside in my own institution.]
Tissues cannot escape a dinner of comfort.
                 While still eating hand fulls of dread.
           The artistic value has lost its taste in time as eyes leak invading territory.
As long as heart beats still throw leftovers in the red sky of deception.
     Through traces of lethal voidance, eeriness dazzles on deterioration.
Vicious hypnosis in an invisible backdoor.
     Fine lines of retreat or maybe even dissension appeared on their faces.
                       Silver permanent solutions shine at one end.
       Discarding broken incisions of vulnerability and stolen no misery.
Loaded mouths try to take away hope and a static discharge left a wounded machine inside.
               The current was shattered in shards of presumptuous memories.
  Alibis turn tragedies into something untrue ,yet makes it easier.
                    Fatalistic views enchant a lonely flower in path.
Aimless endeavor leads into shame.
                 Instinct is the only thing owned.
    Translation not available.
                    Discover a moment of truth.
    Pleasant bullets lay undercover waiting for laughter.
               Clock set on timer.
                           Clasped against a guarantee for failure.
Overdose on a dream for the cure.
           Proof that no one believes right now.
The wind cries mercy as it leaves emptiness above the trigger.
                            Time begins to swallow the end and vengeance bleeds on pain.
                While still painting empty smiles on faces,
                                                                      life is turned upside down.
           Leaving bottles of hearts on shelves for hours.
                                             But just please don’t forget me.