He has nothing to complain about, He lives a good life, Yet echoing in his mind is a single shout, Which throws upon him ages of strife. All this time, I chased after this spark with a relentless force, Only now do I realize that I was blinded by beauty, My mind raced with perfect possibilities, now racked with remorse, As I fall down this pit, to the end in me, I wasn’t cautious- NO! I wasn’t strong enough, To hold back my emotion, and let our friendship be, I’d said I’d bite back on the bullet, no matter how tough, I feel inside me, these words, these phrases, this key. You are a reflection of ugliness, meant nothing more than to be a joke, No matter how powerful you think you are, on your own darkness you will choke. Its right, a friendship destroyed is all I’ve wrought, For dreaming to be anything more than rot, The weight that is crushing me slowly has surely increased, Of all things, my breathing I wish to cease. All of space and time converge to form this trembling chunk of metal in my hand, This fragment, a world of possibilities can be ended, so glorious and grand, Although I see only shadow at the end of this hole, It’s finally in my power to make people stop pretending, and be whole. All put on a show for the jester, who is trying his best, To make them happy, and clean up his mess, But yet every time before he goes to take a rest, He hears their true thoughts, the darkness is the only thing he can caress, “What a pitiful creature, so lowly and troublesome, Thank God it can’t feel, now that would be a problem, Imagine how horrid, it would be, If the thing announced feelings for me.†I thought if all was lost, at least I could help the future, Be kind to all, push myself to the limit, But what am I to the beautiful, A cur, And the only thing my life does to them is inhibit, So maybe, finally, I can do something good. As the spark fades away from my vision, I can no longer distinguish, Between the concentrated suppressed rage and me, As I aim down the sights, I know I won’t miss, And force this specter out, and become redeemed. For as the spark fades away, I want to see not, another day.