Future Presents: *Glass* - The Prologue

[Futures]

contains excerpts of glass from eyedea and abilities


...I'm Gonna Run From The Voice Of Reason Til It Turns To Laughter...

As The Echoed Words Chase Me Further, Swallowing Me In An Epitome Of Darkness...Swirling Around Me, The Inflected Repentance Of Statements Pushing Me Further Away From My Own Habitual Disgust For Myself...Questioning The Security Of My Very Incompetence...Bolting Towards The Dead End, I Built For Myself...As I Reach The Edge Of The Cliff...Blood Freezes Inside Of Me...As I Leap Towards The Glass Below....Crack The Surface.....

...I Wake...

...The Chronicles Contain A Few Hidden Chapters...We Keep Our Mirrors Dirty In Case Vanity Backfires..

Afraid To Face My Own Reflection...Covered In Dirt
A Blade Will Take My Whole Neglection...Blood Still Of Thirst
Amazed I've Trained My Sole Aggression...Bludgeoned And Burned
As They Illustrate My Image To Fit Their Own Likings...Graphically Distorting My Reflection...
Fracturing The Glass I've Tried So Hard To Keep At A Standard Of Perfection..

I'm Putty In Your Hands

I've Dried Into No More Than Dust...Worn With Rust...
Hands Forcing Me Into Their Own Form...Disgust...
Simply Holding Myself Together Until The Morning Of...Destruction...
It Will All End Together Through Forced Distrust...
While Hands Continually Stress My Emotions...
To A Point Where I'm Left On The Ground, Alone - Chokin...
My Own Casket Closing...Fighting To Keep It Open...
While The Weight Of The World Pushes Me Further Away...

...What Dont Kill Me...Just Makes Me Crazier...

Eyes Reddenin...Beveling...Puffy, Burning...Forced Through In Distress...My Mentality Only A Defect...Which Is Why These Images Crawl Into My Head...Ghosts Speak To Me...Paranormal Arisen From Dead....Dreams Turn To Nightmares In Sheer Thought Of An Optimist...Brain Worked Over...Reaching Towards The Mirror Of Fraudulence....Fingers Sink Deep Into The Glass...I Look Into His Eyes At Last...

...I'm So Filthy...Sorry I Had To See Me Like This...

Look At All I've Become....A Deformity...Paranoid With Every Move Made...
Letting The Hands Of Everyone Else Turn Me Into Their Own Game...
I'm Nothing More Than The Dirt Beneathe The Soles Of Your Feet...
Stepped On...Shuffled And Kicked Every Single Time That We Meet...

The Fog Blown Onto The Mirror By The Steam...Wiped Off And Evaporated...
Showing My Own Self On The Other Side Of The Terrestrial Surface....

Unable To Fathom The Truth Of My True Insignificance...
As I Sit, Back Against The Wall...Arms Hugging My Knees...

....Tears Flow So Easily....

...I Sold You A Lie...That Shown Through My Eyes...
...And Told You To Cry A Stained Glass Suicide...
...They Slowly Chisel Down The Walls We All Hide Behind...
...But I'll Be Fine...Suffocating On My Own Mask...
...I Just Wish I Could Forget How To Read Between The Cracks...

So now i walk alone....through a crowded street of clones...
Lakes Of Tears Composed Of Multiple Minds Suffering...

...We're Living In A World Made Of Windows And Mirrors...
...Visits Safeguards, Cover Crystallized Tears...
...In And Out..Different Images..Same Fears..

Emotions Are Compressed Into A Ball Of Hatred...Sadness...Love...Hate...All Elements Composing This Over Exceeded Capacity Of A Sphere We Call Earth....As The Density Of This World Continues To Grow At An Unmatched Rate...For Every Action, There Is A Reaction....

...One Day It's All Gonna Shatter...And I'll Be Right Here

...Bang...

...Glad I Had The Chance To Be So Helpless...
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Future
- Quota