my personal trauma

Desperately searching my soul with my eyes pryed open, often leaves my aura with a sense of selfless despondence my spirit is unable to explain.

I am alone in this ominous world of hate and self inflicted tolerable pain.

THe path i have chosen to follow slowy overwhelms itself with jaundice and is isolated against the darkness that wills me.

Tell me where to find the brightness that was promised so eagerly in the beginning?
  It has chosen to overwhelm the population of narcissistic thieves.

Only if it would carry me beyond this trance of eccentric fallacy, my heart and mind might become whole again.

Their scattered among the opposite elements of each diverse quality of being that will evolve into a continuous riot till my existence ends.

I see the end of my life now, with my eyes breathing in all the hate and torture of the sun and moon.

Feeling the ache of supressed memories among me, i close my eyes and feel my heart and soul distance themselves while i float endlessly in my ocean of personal doom.