A Head Full of Pressure

Freed from my conscience but refusing to let it be seared. A consequence of an inadequate life lived in fear.
Feeling lost in time and praying that it would just cease, so I can once again breath and be released from this cage we call reality.
Cyphering through the Holy pages and reading nothing new. Only if these words weren’t the truth; my guilt would be lifted and my emotions not split in two.
Apathy strained into my life, but found therapy in the night. A fallen angel left to die; his wings clipped, no longer able to fly.
Made a date with divinity, but she stood me up. Brought her flowers, only for her to leave them untouched.
Built up a tolerance to lies- the even keel feels too nice. Blind to death, only believing in life, my new faith now uses eyes.

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