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[woes]

Fragile, gentle, beautiful thing,
Delicate and serene in every move you make,
Do not apologize for what you do not regret,
For there's nothing worse than a flower that's fake.

[woes]

Father never loved you,
Mother's never home.
You took it upon yourself
To find a resting tome.

A bridge overlooks the end.
You'll never grow old.

Death seems to taunt you
as the afterlife takes hold.

[woes]

Prompts.

Ever since you left, September has been so cold.
Do you hear me calling out to you?
Sometimes I wonder if you're real. Other times, I fear that you are.
When you died you took the sun with you.
You've sicked your dogs on me
What does this mean in the grand scheme of things?
We are both so small, so insignificant.
And yet the power you hold over others warrants distrust.
How am I to respond?
Tomorrow is on the horizon; repent!
You've been ill your entire life. There's no curing perfection.

[woes]

A vulture sits on a long-dead tree,
Paying homage to you two and me.
We lead him here, this desolate place
Full of carcasses and nothing but waste.

He thanks us politely through his bloodied beak,
Promising us all the riches we seek-
And yet we desire no more or no less
Than to find ourselves in the vulture's nest.

[woes]

You've been ill your entire life.
There's no curing perfection.
Others are plagued with endless strife,
Staring into their sallow reflection.

But you know not the pain in their hearts-
You've conquered natural selection.
They seem to think that beauty is an art-
You know there's more to a complexion.

[woes]

You've sought out the devil and taken his tongue,
So he could no longer speak
Those hideous words that tortured and wronged,
That pain you always seek.

[woes]

And honestly I find it hard-
It's always hard to find.
All I want's a mind of peace
I need some peace of mind.

[woes]

And when I feel alone,
Convince me that I'm wrong.
Bury me deep, bury my bones
In the words of your favorite song.

[woes]

It's not fair.
It'll never be fair.
And maybe I can accept that.
Just not today.
Never today.

[woes]

You can't learn.
You'll never be enough.
You can't remember.
You just aren't enough.

They say dropouts never succeed.
They call them delinquents, lost potential.
But you don't deserve success, do you?
You don't have any real potential.