Teardrop waterfalls stain my eyes like the sun that refused to rise, my heart cries endlessly for the man I was supposed to become, numb, I hang my head low, deaf, blind, and now dumb. Enchanted once, but now I turn to distractions instead to make me whole, as the smoke fills the air, disappearing from life's bowl. Grandiose lies, schemes full of wasted effort, and wasted tries. My skin begins to sag, hanging loosely from my bodice, like a novice, I realize that I am my own future's artist. On my own hit list, I became my biggest threat; full of regrets, sadness poured from my soul, drowned my sorrows with toxins until my veins rejected the poison that I injected. Dejected, I object to becoming infected. Always the town fool, the little boy who cried lies, whispers progress into shouts and then screams, as time speeds up, and shows us how it flies. My face, once the cause for envy of many others my age, melted, stripped, and burned off until it showed the underlying rage. Caged, but never broken, my freedom remained within my mind, you could take it all, less mighty warriors have picked themselves up from worse falls. Yet, still I stall, confused, refusing to join the ranks of the rest, avoiding routine, as if it were the most petulant pest. Rivers of agony stream from my eyes into oceans that are now devoid of life, the strife I have experienced has made sorrow my wife. See no evil, yet I hear, and speak it all the time as I slowly lose my vision, the more my heart becomes set on a life filled with crime. The bells begin to toll but never chime, hoping to make me see that I am running out of time. Out of sight, and hopefully one day out of mind, fury fills my burning inferno heart that has been maligned. With hardly any gasoline left inside my tank, I assume the fetal position, and let the pain flank within my chest, as I digress, devoid of my once sweet disposition; I am left with nothing but a mess. Everything in disarray, no longer in its right place, learn to fly and save me, as my soul floats up to outer space.
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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