Once Upon An Immortal Amaranth
This conflagration will not condone my foolish heartFor every day, this monster inside calls my name.
Admonishing my existence and executing my hope
It drips through my veins and chills my declining soul.
I have grown so disenchanted with myself
The predicament lies in me and it is lapped constantly with aversion.
Each night drags; nothing lulls me to slumber anymore
Only immortal darkness do I deserve.
Oh, if only they could absorb the fact that I am just too distinct
I know, even now, that I will never belong with them.
I am just irreplaceable; I repent…I repent
This mentality lets me approach regret and lets it breathe.
And at each dawn, I silently crumble inside my frozen self
I am presented with second chances I do not want or justify.
Aristocracy stare down at me with such distain
Clearly, I am too unfamiliar to be worthy of their presence.
It cuts deeper each time; this invisible blade
The malady of myth, only my pitiable eyes can witness.
All of me is just an imaginary disease
My aura is damaging to this fantasy joy.
The burning haunts winter, in January my self flares
I plummet, drowning in the flames of a dying yesterday.
This accident; this plight of me
The crash of the blaze, fuelled by held whispers.
Evanescent, only my tenacity to carry on
Yet still I linger…I can’t sleep, I can’t dream.
Everlasting, I am lost yet I blindly continue
Never speaking discontentment yet it screams itself from me.
Months elapse, and though I find I cannot siesta
I roused long ago to a world, fresh and petrifying.
Now I comprehend that it is not I, the source of this dilemma
Though I am still too fearful to voice my concerns.
I am vunerable; I am missing and insufferable
But I am here; I linger, smouldering, undying.
I am a daydream they are all forced to believe in; forever
Once upon an immortal amaranth…
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