Steelheart
Butterflies flutter through the meadows
Like water kissing the desolate earth.
Birds harmoniously sing songs of a tale unfamiliar,
Of birth itself, and divine ignorance.
Childhood surrounds a pool of reflection,
Watching, learning, knowing.
Engulfed in radiance, knowledge-plenty,
Untapped, unknown.
A slash forms through the dreamy clouds,
Slowly the sky bleeds and pierces the bubble
Of indefinite serenity, of utopia unique.
Swishing swashing, twisting turning,
Bending bursting.
Change,
Inevitable.
Cold and baron like deaths embrace,
Heads in sorrow of a word spoken afar.
Of dark eyes echoing peril and destruction,
Of dark words screaming ruthlessness united,
Of insensitivity and carelessness together as one.
Seemingly isolated and alone, the journey begins
In search of validity, acceptance, security.
Shifting, sliding.
Melting,
Fading.
With hopes and dreams carried thus far,
Staring worriedly within the pool of reflection;
The dawn of your existence.
Your greatest fear to stare within the reflection
And not see the one that once existed,
Yet the one you had become.
The one who through my strength I tried
To deviate,
In vain.
The greatest torture, my agony,
Awaiting through time and change,
Childhood and rebirth;
The one who once was, alas,
Shall never be so again.
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