Wasted my day, slowly fading away. Breaking myself down into bits until I'm nothing but an apparition. Feeling like a spirit without a vessel searching for something to inhabit. Desperate to make
myself human again, screaming out in pain, blaming it on the world as if I didn't have a part in my own murder. I let the world get to me, and instead of picking myself up, I broken myself down
into ash. I spent the whole day grabbing at the air searching for the piece of me I lost when I let their words sink into me. I let the world hurt me, and I finished the job. I spent every hour sitting in a
pile of ash taking each spec in wondering how I can rebuild myself from nothing but dust. I took up corners to wallow in like a restless soul, waiting for someone to put me to rest, but in the
end, all I really wanted was another chance to be human again. I let my world fall apart today, and I couldn't be the Superman I needed to save the day. I let the kryptonite get to me and watched
my metropolis fade away. When the day is done, I clear my mind so I can think one more time before I die, but just before I give it all away, the wind picks up my ash, and suddenly, I'm whole
again. I decided I didn't want to watch my world die, so tomorrow I'll try again and get out of my bed dusting off yesterday's soot.
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The Dark Ages Vol.3 The End Is Near? [Formerly "Blaring Thoughts"]
PoetryI see a light at the end of the tunnel. I hope it's real. I hope I can make it. It's so far away. Will I make it? Will things finally be better?