And then thr reality hits me,

Like the airs knocked from my chest,

I'll be mourning the life I could never live forever,

Instead of living this life to its best.

Can you really exist in this world, 

When caught in the realm of desire, 

Like striking the match against it's own cage,

And dancing in the flames of the fire. 

The smoke consumes as the longed does crumble,

As you grasp at the world with new clarity, 

Where once stood beauty definite and proud,

Now only lies ashes of vulgarity. 

I'll stabilise myself in this world again,

Though I'd rather be anywhere else,

Scribble words of pure pain and pentup emotions. 

Box up the agony, leave it back on the shelf.