Subconscious Misery

As my mind fades
So does my body
Leaving nothing but an empty shell
My image relinquishes itself
Giving in to the environment around
My shadow seems to slowly drift away
Creating more pain
Pain that sinks deep into what little life I have left of me
My soul burns
Not a burning passion
More of a tortured soul
No longer in unity with it’s physical shelter
Drowning in the dark abyss of the
Subconscious Realm
There seems to be no more passion left
But I still hold on
To the few who have made a difference in my life
Those few, who have encouraged me
Helped me
Supported me
Throughout everything
Even now as I suffer my
Subconscious Misery

Though they are always trying to help me
They are the ones
Who have been dragged, beaten, and broken
By those who deserve it most
Those who have never felt the same way we do
Those corrupted souls
They have no path
No purpose
Just to give us their own punishment
We’re the inherited
The inherited of evil
Deception never fails
That is why it is this way

A bonding trust
To those I love dearest
To those I hold close
A gift of solitude
A measure of equality
A name worth remembering
The name of
Subconscious Misery
The name that will stay with us as long as the corrupted ones
Stand beside us
Believing what they think is right
A false hope
A dying serenity
This corruption
This destruction that they have caused
I no longer accept them as a part of me
Forgetting ones identity
For the sake of a better life
One that may never change

They have pushed me so far
So far that it is as if I am ready
Ready to accept whatever may come my way
Their lovely endowments of suffering
The pain of all men
But there is no way to tell
All is yet to come
For it is within the unknown

But for now
I must ponder upon that which I know will never change
That which has now corrupted not only my soul
But my mind
My body
And my very own
The only thing that keeps me going
A battle between passion and imperfection
Immortal Love vs Subconscious Misery
My love has never changed
And is indefinite to change
I would hope that this conflicting opposite might one day see the light
Might one day halt on seeking this hate
Halt on revealing itself
Stop making everyone’s life a whirlwind of constant confusion
This thing
This transparency of a monster


Subconscious Misery

Subconscious Misery


Joined November 2007

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