In The Mists

You should have just left me.
To be silent.
To be crazy.

Let me to be ostracized.
Left alone.
To a solitary state.

To be lost in my own place.
Somewhere that I’ve known bliss.
Yet you pull me to this reality,
That is just but illusion.

Pull me to being present.
To this suffocation.
Constriction.

I am not made to keep you happy.
I am made to be free.
To fly in a world of wisdoms.
To be in a higher state of bliss.

Yet you pull me to this reality,
That is just but illusion.

Pull me to being present.
To this suffocation.
Constriction.

And I’m not made to be remembered.
But to be lost through time.
Like chants that grew softer each passing moment.
I am made to be forgotten.
To be detached.

I am made to live for only one purpose.
And it is never for this world.

~S.H.~