THICK SKIN

I've become a cage of my own memories A painters' palette of colour's that Evokes a sudden image of philosophy. With instincts as sharp as the edge of a knife i proceed to be an anomaly Whilst investing a body of an impure flesh To this course of personal virtue. I find myself in a deserted territory of my own mental state Where i am not tamed by temptation. I've derived myself of my sins that have been projected onto my struggling spirit, A hollow depiction of an unjust purity it has been poisoned with. Weakened to death, I've friendlied the worst enemy of heaven In between the two hands of God that advocate justice, The nature of my truth in the testimony that weighs deeply in my heart becomes questioned. I've conspired with intentions that can only be harnessed by the devil. How strange, the motive behind those thoughts pays no homage to the fate of those who suffer from the consequences, Therefore being put a position where my choice becomes power that changes the narrative Was overly inevitable. The role i portrayed whilst my moral etiquette was the costume design that masquerades a conscious dilemma, Is an underlying factor of why I'm in need of character development. The person i was has become a shadow, An entity with a tainted reflection that stays in my dark past whenever faith paves light down my path. Without concise proof where each step will take me, I'm on the verge of going the distance, a journey of self-discovery Soul searching in the mists of misunderstanding. How much truth is there to be uncovered by my naked eye As I've struggled to make a distinction between perception of ego and perspective of a societal construct. A part of me is still drawn to the temporary circumstances of lust, the soothing paradise of evil deeds still remains to be excavated within the far depths of my human figure.