Child, it's time to grow up before you drink too greedily out of life's cup. Recognize when you are wrong, accept it when you fail, or prepare for a lifetime filled with ships that refuse to sail. The difference between a man and a boy, is that a man always accepts what he cannot change, and is never coy. You are merely a mouse, disguised in man's clothing; the object of my pity, and the epitome of loathing. You cry to the skies, berating God for all of your troubles. Krishna would not even answer you, but instead would let you boil, and bubble. Berating the world for the monkies that sit upon your back, even though all it would take, is retracing your tracks. What is it that changed, and made you so deranged? How did you turn so yellow, when you claimed to be the strongest fellow? Your nine lives are almost over, and you are left with only one; this might as well be 2012 as you emit flares like the sun. You will die soon, and your lack of legacy will be left behind. You have not a single friend to whom you have been unkind. They claim to support you, yet you leave them dancing in the dark; hoping to get sympathy for each, and every foolish farce. You are a clown in your own right, once you were so sweet. Now you're left careening wildly through traffic lined streets. I would never curse you, as you have already sealed your own fate, as I await the date that you find destiny and its rude awakenings atop your plate. Eat and drink freely of the substances, and lies that will surely lead to your demise; as your emotions refuse to surface since you removed the tear ducts from your eyes. You will fail, and falter, it's as guaranteed as the sunrise, abandoned at the altar, for your endless lies. What a sad situation you are, as you claim to be a star though you've fallen from the sky, I pray that you will wake up, before your actions cause the beauty within you to die. Peter Pan, you refuse to grow up, Oedipus Rex, fix your complex. All I ever wanted was someone who matched me well, but you were the makings of a monster from within the depths of Hell. Poked, prodded, and provoked me until I was filled with hate, your actions, and your words ultimately sealed your fate. Pray for forgiveness, repent as soon as you can, before Princess Karma takes notice and deals your next hand. I wash my hands clean, and walk away from your landfill; you killed all my marine life, you were my worst ecological oil spill. Whales, dolphins, and sharks alike struck you, and attempted to eat you until they went on strike. Much to their dismay, you were sadly born this way; lost from day one, it was predetermined that you would direly decay.
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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