Isolate

Isolate by: Germund B. Compuesto Died in reality born in fantasy, it’s like a heroin that makes you addictive. A trance of a never ending memory caged by laughter and tears, going back the way it used to be isn’t an option to see. Stricken by pain and swallowed by numbness it partakes. The sun no longer embrace me yet the moon always forsaken me. Pain is a state of mind that you couldnt neither shut off nor be restrained. Hence the memories lurk by bounded promises and never letting go can only be seen in fantasy. as i shed my tears and made me into a full metal heart is only i can convey. I could only have you in my dreams while laughing and crying as i remember those bonds we’ve made. Goodbye is the only thing i can say, pain is unbearable, cuts like a knife slowly piercing each and every moment i remember. Wishing everything could shut down, like a manual reset of those mistakes and regrets. Regret kills every dreams, every strength every smile every goodness, everything that makes you sane. In every demise, there is truth and vindication, in every demise transforms everything. Swallowed into the dark hanging by a thread with a cross on the right hand and a knife on the other come what may. Hoping the he sees below each and every pain that never ends the suffering. Everything is almost gone until there’s nothing left in my heart. Pain and regret is never the answer yet it was given through mistakes.