FRAIL
pushing it all down upon them, soft surrounds everything; an endless vacant prelude to what’s in store for everyone. Nothing’s left but agony, there’s no way to keep from blaspheming - expecting a replacement for every emotion you’ve ever tried to feel. The fire in the center of all the people, burning slower and colder through these featureless and ignorant clouds of denial… should you smile, or fail to feel but normal, I hope I’m there; I blew a kiss but it lost its way. To the hopeless, frail and boneless… so very hard it seems to feel anything but drugged, so why should we try escaping the obvious… shrug to continue, but cry out the deepest of despair. A full two hands of age; full of mystery and magic, the loss of innocence may fail to seem so tragic, to you… to me, it’s all I had to live for. The loser began and I became an unwanted man, internally decayed. Force it down to the fore of me, softly surrounding everything; an endless vacation of hurt and catastrophe. Nothing left but suffering, there’s no way to hold back the apathy - expecting a replacement for every emotion I’ve ever tried to feel.