Chasing Shadows and Lost Faith

I know your name. I read your lines. But my heart

beats hollow. My faith declines. In the mirror of their eyes, I see

my disguise. A hypocrite wrapped in a self-made lie. I hear the

whispers. Feel the sting. Pangs of purpose but they don't mean a thing.

Waiting for the divine. But it's taking its time. I'm twenty-eight going

on lost. No stars to align. I'm a self-defeatist. Chasing shadows in

the mist. Why does trust feel like a leap into an abyss?

The Latin tongues. The solemn mass. Feel like stone cold invest. Repulsion and reason