let this be transitory;
it feels all too familiar,to be held down,
by the things that can't be undone,
and endless self-dissapoinmets.
to finally recognised,
that too much is never enough to repent,
nor cover,
the broken hopes of a lover.

content,
with the everafter,
that i've first placed myself in,
hence,incompetence will consume,
while seeing pretty potraits in fumes,
then deadly,isolation will takes its place and resume.

- a dejavu experience from a former victim turned skeptic,vicious murderer,yours truly.

in the mean time,
i'll flip back to black and white,
contending rage and pain,
to just see me and you smile again,
just to be able to feel,again.
...even if its transitory,
let it be.

leave me there for a moment.