Lying still starting to decay.

Lying still starting to decay… with only pain to pay. Some say I have left my life to dwell in pain many do not even care about my life. Few do… foolish to. The checkered mask of my scared face hides my true self. None have fully peeled the tapered treads, and most have not even noticed this mask I wear. Welcome to the judicial pilgrimage of my mind, my thoughts are the key, my words are the door, my pain in my essence in this world of bitter tears. Here nothing confines me. Only what I bring for the outside world hurts. Witness the joyful pain. The same pain everyone shares the only thing that truly makes everyone not alone in all senses. What I chose to do with my time… as little as that does remain is of my own choice. I have no calling to attend no gleaming cloud of happiness. Nothing but bitter pain and hate. Seeing what only I let you of me. Knowing nothing of my past, who I am, what I want, and why I still stand from these chains of emotions pulling me to the scared earth. The cold ripping at the warmth in my weak body, my arm strained from chains pulling me. My legs crumbling… my mind numb remember only past pains… and ill gains. You look on and ponder… you start to understand and in a quick dart to the shadows I am… gone. “In the orthodox confusion- -the chastising array of enigma- -lies the key to understanding me.”