CLIMAX

Dear me... How the hell do you want to turn your back on your ghosts of the past? They gave you the necessary darkness to shine, they gave meaning to your tears, they gave life to your death... What do you expect from me? my senses deceived me and I put you on a pedestal, now the pain is part of your blurred image, I think while one of my demons lends me fire to light my cigarette of melancholy... This is what I've become...