Echoes in my mind_ ( The other part of me)

I fear that within all my interconnected lines – a deep dark soul finds its roads to continue – of the beaten track – where I’ve lost the evidence to convict its black – memories against me - pressing argumentative treason and all the wrong reasons to commit unmistakable mistakes through the drama of my life and fractioned dreams. I am (in – contactable) with myself, asking my eyes why they cry glass tears killing me, asking my breath why it gives in to contaminated air , suffocating me– falling and falling through the cracks that open wider as my damp hearted feelings dry - as my emotions fry – under a ruthless sun baking my fantasies into a bitter trauma – I am tasting of hurt – cooking madness – eating it all nonstop – as if hypnotised by an evil explosion of no control - and silent awakening of a confused master – within a surface glaze – seemingly undisturbed by any saga of this peeling mind - my desires weaken me as my faith abandons me – embarrassed from my betrayal – moments of a fool – seconds meaning nothing but calculable giving ins - I have so many unmanageable wants – all asking the same thing – to be heard loudly – but I cannot listen to all without straining myself beyond un repairable stretch – tampered with smile – torn from the stress – fingertip mess – splodging too many flaws on my no longer fit paper that once had the meaning of me spelled correctly – now it’s a failing exam- none of it is up to the standard of what I’ve become – a forgettable hum – even to myself – even though that’s never how I intended it to be – I desired to reach all the goals I wished upon –under the sun – but now I’m over the dark- thinking about my broken mark – where I no longer have a point to conquer – and I wander – somewhere in the depths of a misunderstood capturing galaxy – twisted in its laws – bursting with flaws - adapting me in its shape – an alienated escape – questioning my foreign, very foreign, foreign home – built in the undiscovered shadows off the motorways of my veins after the bypass of my heart – turning after my mind and driving into my soul but just after my dreams and finding a space of a place in the wilderness of that area that lies disturbed – and curbed – with frustration -