Pointless

I thought I woke up in a parallel universe where my eyes were not filters.
I thought I saw the colour of morning, until time forced my mind to move out.
I am aware that my memory will slowly rust layer by layer.
But afraid it will corrode completely, I will keep an echo by my ear.

Tonight I think I said
"She's not the same person you once fell in love with".
In a manner drained of eloquence, I know I said
"She's a bitch".

I wish I can bandage all the jagged edges of my flaws.
If you chase my hypocrisy, you will be beaten by its strength.
Tonight I sleep with a mind half awake.