Blessed by Distortion, Undressed by Importance

Watching my back, I'm watching it wither away, with welts the length of the small, I keep running from you
Yet today will be different eventually, what about tomorrow?
Where paths are not only crossed, but crossed out, you thatch my kind strokes against the side I'm on
Work for work, due to this, you work for hurt, because you could never really stand that place,
Gravity failed you, when you let me fly, I drifted down rivers that lead me into an office with requests to donate my eyes in hope I could see where you were leading me onto, into this bed, to be the only victim murdered by your tactical way of pulling through piles of burning lies, in accordance to burning lives, all books that dictate and demand direction are always falling under us
Our selfish nothings won't succeed until forever ends