Sabbatical

A touch of holiness, this is how you break and weigh me down. With a hint of loneliness, my dreams become smaller until they’re buried in the ground. I’ve worshipped at the cult of innocence. These pillars will crumble, they reject and repress. A trophy I cannot possess. The higher I climb, the more I fail and obsess. An altar of worship and fire. They’ve prayed to the false gods and all the liars. Trouble finds me and declares me unfit. My history is destroyed and erased bit by bit. The genie didn’t grant me my wishes. The devil wasn’t a hero, he was just vicious. My prayers never reached the ears of aliens. They never came to earth, they only reached the ceiling. My darkness shines through, into the abyss. Light doesn't exist, this dimension is a mess. Fragile like a doll, fragile like a bomb. Implosion is a goal and now, everything is gone