his mind in a tempest
his thoughts forlorn
unmindful of the rain
he walks through the streets
he lurks in the shadows
hiding from the eyes
of his judging brethren
whom he'd fed nought but lies
those who once trusted him
now cringe at his sight
those who once loved him
cannot sleep at night
he once had the fortune
he once had the fame
he threw it all away
when temptation overcame
they watched as he sank
ever lower into the pit
he was losing the battle
with every match that he lit
helpless as they witnessed
his self mutilating crimes
they could only wonder
when he would run out of time
it was inevitable then
that they left him alone
one by one they gave up
as he slowly turned to stone
he still remembers those days
when he was on cloud nine
when all was glorious
all was divine
the world was his to conquer
the riches his to reap
as he lies on the cold floor
he can do nothing but weep
Awesome Shreyas - very dark!
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