Jaded

What do you do when your greatest efforts weren t enough?

The aberrant form of my reflection collapses, eclipsing the affair of my malignant faith. Hope was my selective validation soaring beneath its tryst, luring in its quell a bloodied transgression. Confounded categorization repelled my eyes surging from the angst, aghast. Against yon blurry moat the frigid tempest rose, conspiring therein the currents cried.

Is this how betrayal feels?

An already daring world blotted into pitched obscurity. Impassive judges stand beyond redemption sentencing my integrity, once more. I am mortal but within I m immortal, hest I burrowed from the deepest splinter recast.

Does numbness always ensue?

I surrendered discord through my imposition, as it was enough to be lamed by insecurity. The inscrutable Shepard beleaguered my frugal confidence, besmirching my unquestionable character and vending my prudence. Such sinister benevolence required my understanding, but I could not.

Do I fight or flee?

Though I remained unmoved hereafter, I recalled the latest horror. Through the earthy voice removed I heard my plans crumple. Attuned to such casual displacement I d newly become sated. My fear menaced my tolerance, loosing an unresolved anger.

Severance bade me non-corporeal, begging for my immaterial hand. In that moment I was ethereal, another memory jaded and thus forgotten.