Caught in a rapture, yet I still feel so alone. Restlessly searching for someone to fill your throne. I cry as I fall and awaken from my dreams, cover my ears to avoid the sounds of my own screams. I am accursed as you drag me to Hell, I pray to the lord to remove this wicked spell. It binds my joints to one another, makes me feel as if I am being smothered. I was the strongest once, I could have been a contender. Instead I smile insipidly, and remain a mere pretender. I envisioned a future full of glamour, so divine; red carpets, Swiss chocolates, chartered jets and the finest wines. Contrarily I am left so bereft, you committed grand theft as you robbed me of the last amounts of love that I had yet to give. Now that they are gone, how am I expected to continue to live? The smile on my face melted off, and smelted; like stained glass, you wear it in your palm. With much aplomb, I enter my tomb, offer alms to those deprived, as I exit life's womb. I am no longer your prisoner, I have escaped the dreary fate that you had set in stone for me. I am wiser now, I can finally see that you are not, nor were you ever, what God had in store for me.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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