These stone are heavy; piled in my chest. But it's the crumbles of reality, that strangle me the best.

Spiderwebbed inside my subconscious, as he let my blood run dry. Inconsistent with the promise, that he would never leave my side. His words were atheist; but I once perceived him as god. He presented me with pure compassion; though I've found that too was fraud. And just before his black hole eyes devoured me entirely. My soul sputtered bullet laced dreams, about the way things ought to be. Instead I’ve been left alone, twisting me a new forever. In the stolen wreckage of my life, because I never seem to learn any better…

-HMG