self-burial

hope is my oil
against the reality.
soothes my soul
whenever i am in distraught.

dreaming wide awake
is my escape to the world,
playing it fast forward
leaning as it’s pace
slowly turns…

taking away one block
will surely weaken a spot.
without much calculation
nor thoughts, i can
safely rest,pretending
one foundation maybe gone
without crumbling every wall.

tattooed forever
marked since birth.
i maybe be able to escape
but who am i to deny,
this catastrophe i am heading
is solely by my own desire.

faith i held too long,
without acting one out,
eerily turns into a willow,
swaying without a sound.
i would never have the guts
to end all these pain.
will ever bother to try
to ever speak on stopping
this raging rain?