She’s everything everyone knows that I could never be

She’s the Beauty

I'm the Beast

Except she’ll never see the prince inside of me

 

She smiles at me

But does she see

My heart through my hardened shell

Without her grace

I hide my face and I live my life in hell

 

Something inside told me not to hide

It told me “it’s her or no other until you die”

“its her or no other ‘till your hearts still and dry”

But now there’s no tears; I just write, I don’t cry

That’s why she stays golden as the apple of my eye

 

I can’t go on like this

So what’s a fool to do

It’s all too much to miss

I think I’ll do what I’m supposed to do

 

As time goes by you’ll understand

Why it had to be this way

I cannot live in this wonderland

That is, for me, so dreary and so grey.

 

“Away, away” the captain cries

And I must heed his call

To the place from which I came before

I must return before I fall

 

As some have said in the past

Its better to burn out, than to fade away.

The sun is low, the shadows cast,

What better day than today?

 

The sun keeps going down

The temperature is dropping

Upon my heart a thorny crown,

The pain will not be stopping

 

“Away Away” shouts the captain,

This time with force and vigor

The last rays of the sun span down

And cast a shadow upon his figure

In his eyes I saw a pain

That was a match for mine

A pain that would not be lessened

By the passing of due time.

 

“My brother” I called as I reached for him

“We needn’t rush way”

"Let’s stay a bit, and rest on it.

And find a better way."

 

But as my hand grew closer

To closing upon his

The smoke and mirrors disappeared

Retreating into the mist

 

I had been gazing at my reflections

As I had done for years,

sitting in a quiet room

alone with all my tears

 

I pray for the day

these feelings will go away

sorrow from yesterday

filling tomorrow and today

I tense with rage

inside this cage that

I wrote onto this page

in this chapter of days

trapped in a haze filled maze in a craze.

I fucked up, me.

I clearly see

that as sorry as I dearly be,

I’ll always be

only nearly me, incomplete.

An answer is in the unknowing

and in the feelings you’re not showing

and in the places we won’t be going

inside my race is slowing, and still

my true face is not showing.

And no release, it seems

From the demons that seek

my strong spirit that’s meek

my only solace, it seems,

is in my dreams.

 

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