Diary of a Discard
ouch, that was rough
Your hands grasp onto the fine feathers of fate
While your fingers struggle to break free
You set out on a mission to destroy everything authentic
While your weary feet pray for rejuvenation and rest
In an attempt to showcase false immortality
You travel from one end of the spectrum to another
In pursuit of a life — one that allows you to be putrid
But showers you with love, admiration, and abundance
Early demise of the soul, you willfully discarded it
Turning off the switch, you climb without retrospecting
What do you reckon is guaranteed at the end of the mountain
And do you believe it compensates for the loss of your life?
When one expectantly scours the neighboring souls
for a love so magical and a power so magnificent
and refuses to stare into the layers of their own,
They foolishly give heed to monitoring evil spirits
The mind takes an eternity to decipher the heart’s sharp tongue
Like a carousel, he eagerly waits to be saved by some independent
Before he plummets…
