I didn't have the luxury to dream for betterment, for I was too tainted to get cleansed for a new beginning.

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I didn't have the luxury to dream for betterment, for I was too tainted to get cleansed for a new beginning.
He shined upon my abyss like an illuminated star.
You feasted on my sanity like it was the elixir that kept you alive.
I've loved you at the price of my sanity, all while knowing that you would be my catastrophic end.
Promises are the dazzling lights that blinds you from the truth of it.
I dove into the abyss to escape my fear of confinement.
She desired to be imprisoned in her fairytale dark fantasy, where she could conceal her true self behind the puppetry of a doll-like pretence.
I'm eternally bewitched by love and seduced by its agony.
I live defiled within art's abyss.
Sometimes I wonder did I choose this misery of an artist's life or my misery was art.
Engulfed in void, I cannot contemplate if this empitness is painful or blissful.
Deprived of love, I sought salvation in oblivion.
Who would have thought, that it would be so uncomfortable being in your own skin.
Clouds drift, just like my emotions.
Sometimes they thunder, sometimes they pour down.
But mostly they conceal their burden and float aimlessly.
A ballerina spun on the tip of her toes by the cliff just like how I spun on the tip of my toes on a tight rope called life.
They love your carefully curated mask of lies.
Romance is a masochist's crusade.