Another loose thread. Do I pull or break? How many more until I fray away? Each one a story. A tale I tell. A story only I can yell. I pull the string. I come apart. They all watch and call it art. The fans of destruction. Despair through straws. I cry at the sight of my own claws. My mind is stable. My thoughts are clear. The world is wrong. I can only trust my fear. Death for all. Life for few. Where does that leave you? Careful. Fascinated. A little afraid. A gift you should have never held. A noise only you can hear. Quietly screaming. Silently loud. A glimpse of everything. A burning love and hate! Then nothing. Just a glimpse is all it takes. Your sorrow is real. Your pain your crown. A broken rule. Makes your fate unknown. Trapped in your mind. The place you call home. One broken rule — and it becomes your own. The one that listens! The one that speaks — of a moment gone! Was it ever really here?! Or was it just another sad song?! A lifetime of knowledge gained — in a moment lost. Left with nothing — not even despair. Were you ever even here?! Were you loved? Were you useful? Were you loud?! Were you quiet? Did you ever try to fight it? The fate that comes for us all. The inevitability that all life — must fall.
