You infantile, prepubescent, pathetic little child, why do you play at staying calm, when it's clear to observers that your emotions are running wild? You claim to be the most stunning, although your beauty is hardly even mild. Give up the act and foolishness, it is starting to become quite tired. Despised through all the land, you are most similiar to the king who has played his last hand. Like a genie annoyed with granting wishes, your wishes are no longer my command. I have given in to your last demands, and see that, now more than ever, you are hardly a man. Lost little boy with your bag full of lies, open your eyes and realize that you are despised. Your inability to accept fault is murdering your allies, as you acquired the inability to shock, your failed attempts for attention are no longer a surprise. Once, you were a prize, now you are a curse, no longer a blessing, but quite the reverse. Stuck on repeat, your lessons are more similar to mistakes, as they rewind, then replay, it is too late to activate the brakes. Your engine stalls in those fleeting, hopeful moments in between, but then your eyes lose their light again, and all I can see within is gangrene. You are rotten to the core, and that is why you are rotting, it is no longer hard to guess what are you up to, or deceitfully plotting. Unreliable to the end, keep drowning your many sorrows and sins, as you watch helplessly as your friends fall to the ground like bowling pins. You will surely end up alone crowded in a room full of strangers, and the saddest part is that you are aware yet choose to ignore all of the danger. Continue to dance blindly, staggering back and forth between farce and delusion, anyone that is fooled by your stupidity has fallen for the illusion. You project this image of one who is self-assure yet in confidence and secrecy, you admit that you are searching for a cure. You are a cancerous growth, that I need to cut off, you have filled my lungs with nicotine, and become the black tar that makes me cough. Avast, adieu, you have poisoned me for the last time, goodbye, I hate you, I have finally rebelled, and put an end to your war crimes.
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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