I knew the misfortune that made his morals collapse was nothing short of catastrophic,
but the catastrophe has made him an assassin
of human sanity
and that is what tears me apart.
This boy was something beautiful
and it only frightens me how much
an annihilation
can mutilate
the pure-intentioned.
This boy used to be the Empire State,
looking upon his treasured city that mirrored the stars
and the lights would fill his eyes.
A mere gaze lock with this boy would bring electricity to your veins,
and you became invincible.
He was the boy who saw everyone's need to be
c r u c i a l
to this world,
so he turned phrases into pathways to guide people out of their own
Personal Hells,
and he did it with
an elegance,
so very delicately,
that you thought for a moment that he was the blinded fawn
in the lights,
not you.
Now his words are suffocating smoke
and his body is a wasteland.
His breath is heated by doom;
and what used to be so eloquent,
was now done astringently.
When he speaks he hits all of what makes your heart beat,
he crashes your train of thought
and watches the explosion take out everything inside of you,
until you are only a
r e m n a n t
of a memory
that no one takes the time to remember.
It seems that I am the only person who dares
to look back at the boy
after he ransacks
you,
steals away
all of what makes a person's sanity
function
from you.
It's hard to believe
that I
(me, of all people in this world)
am the only one
who sees that he is only collecting these parts
to replace his own.
But nothing seems to fit
(correctly).
There is not a train for his thoughts
that he can steal
that won't guide him through his
abstract memories
and make him relive the pain
over
and
over
and
over
again and again.
I am the only one who cares to see
where he is now.
No longer standing upon stately buildings,
but is instead is cut to crimson ribbons
in a ditch that is filling up with water
from the constant
t o r r e n t i a l
rain.
He lays in there
with a hammer grasped tightly in his
lacerated hands
with the shards of his
mirrored city
spread about him
like a haze
mirroring the darkening sky.
(He shattered every mirror that showed what he was
and what he is now).
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STAI LEGGENDO
Danger, Danger
Poesia"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy who thinks he has nothing left to lose." [ © 2014 - Samantha Grace. All Rights Reserved.]