Blackhole.

My self love weighs heavy on my heart, and that is why the other me is my greatest counterpart. This black hole wants to pull me deep within, confine me, never console me, and make me bathe in my own sins. The emotional tide turns in and crashes against the shore of my security, as I venture further in and engage in feigned frivolous fatuities. I tried to conceal my past, suppressed it as much as I could, until I came to realize that I had misunderstood. Galaxies of gratitude which we will regale in when I am well, are the same sentiments that send me sorely sailing towards Hell. Vociferous and vile, evil tries to purchase me, only playing for keeps; as I subconsciously proselytize to gain my own flock of wicked sheep. The energy, and chemicals between us are absorbed into my skin, yet I try to flush it all away and drown it in a bottle of bathtub gin. This charade is not enough to break me, nor will it ever be easy to shake. I am still, however, well aware that I will become the things that I attain to make. Ambition don't fail me now, I get closer by the day; hours, minutes, and seconds are the only currencies with which I am currently able to pay. Lecherous lethargy let go of me, I release you to marry the night. Your flag was raised even before I arrived, and was forced to stop at your red light. I look to the skies for the answers I seek but I am ashamed for what might be reflected; will it be the inner-me or the attributes of the boy inside that I rejected? I fade to black as I fought the hardest that I could right now, I can only keep my hands crossed in prayer until true blissful happiness is something that I am willing to allow.