To Sever the Strings - Exist

Worn

Fake

Hollow

Allure withers away

Facade recedes

Brace for reality

Guilt’s seize

Echoes afar reach my ear

Painting pictures

Clearing the haze around me

Too clear, too vivid

Their whispers reveal suggestions

To face the life I’ve ignored

Hidden enlightened signals

Expose the stage

And strings by which I’m played

So cold, so bitter

To see circumstance’s rigor

Is what binds me

Grip

My

Chains

Tow

Until the hands

Lt go