Wake Up

Stained glass memories shattered by spite and forgotten,
While new hearts waltzed with old mistakes.
Causing demons to diminish any resisting virtue,
Leaving ghostly demeanors to find comfort in solidarity.
The slanderous thoughts of a shell-like mind revealed true opinions not wanting the new-found freedom.
While the cold remarks fought against overcoming the misery that hates company.
Inevitable rest that is both desired and detested persisted on with terrifyingly beautiful dreams,
When morning responsibilities rapidly declined into early burdens.
Lucid delirium drowned out by the silence that is still wonderfully pure,
Untouched by constant cognition and proper reasoning.
Solace found in the emptiness of unreality, but little derived comfort lasts.
Awakened by the bitter truth that faded eyes and morals remain along with a destroyed peace caused by an unwanted reality.
Washed out desire hardly a watered-down motivation to face any meaning in the daylight.
Existential questions stirring the desire for more purpose along with a worthless need to return to childlike sensibilities where Where dead words held all needed meaning.
Here I try to settle my impossible soul until I can no longer feel it,
But it continually aches.
The only reminder that humanity is not completely lost,
Only slowly dying out.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First thing I've actually written.

Looking for some criticism to see where I'm going with this whole writing thing.