And then when you turn towards me
My inner light started to burn into hate
As I fled backwards
Trying to distance further away from your inquisition
Getting by and trying to acquire enlightenment
Failing to decide
Cowering
Cringing hand in hand with the holy ghost
How did my memories mutate?
The ones that are no longer vivid
A complete loss of singular intent
All reconstituted into a collected consciousness
In complete loss of what was done
Confused within swarms of failure
Within this collection of innate action
Powerful feelings that are too chaotic to describe
Now reconfigured as a residue of magnificence
That you cannot see
Or understand
Or remember
I just wanted to be better than you
