bottom from the top

On the verge of bathing in flames,
Feeling devoured in my own,
Elitist thoughts.
Yearning for a new season that follows a new beginning,
A new chapter of my life,
Now and for ever,
I have set-up myself to always say forget what's beyond the tall trees,
To just,
Remain floating on a sound investment of natural tendencies and emotional correctional facilities.
With whatever help,
I'll need,
I won't fess up,
Nor become defeated,
By my own second nature.
I can wrestle a knot out from my hair,
Easier than you can wrestle your arms from my grip.

I'm sorry that I caused astronomical stress,
Ghastly sighs seeps through my frames,
And I can only hear my inflictions through the broken mirrors.

It shatters my personality into multiple scenarios that will be shared amongst loved ones and ones that chose to challenge my honesty.

Kill my personality and I will rebuild a new one like the sun feeds our souls with warmth.

Losing hope,
Is only a leverage,
For conquering fear.