The past is immutable 

They harness each theorem from my mind

I was Never able to fantasize about the good I was brought up in hell and now I’m sitting at the gate screaming for help out now I’ll never know what has happened because from where I am I can’t reach it everything in me and around me is numb I don’t feel anything anymore and I know that this numbness is the thing that will destroy me it cuts deeper and deeper into me every day knowing I can’t view it this early from a girl who’s never seen heaven but may have felt it before doesn’t understand the true meaning of herself 

Its the devil in my head creating words I never said 

To captivate my mind until it’s time to destroy the vessel that once came and held this ship